I am the wind that breathes upon the sea I am the wave of the ocean I am the murmur of the billows I am the ox of the seven combats I am...

What is the wild? A lie? A being? A dream? The wild is a force; The source of spontaneity. The active spirit, Inside and around me;...

From War Cry on a Prayer Feather, 1979, by Nancy Wood Earth teach me stillness As the grasses are stilled with light. Earth teach me...

Getting lost In a forest of thought On trails Of cottontails Paths weaving and winding Through contemplation An adaptation To a world I...

As silent as a deer, Yet deer are not silent. So where is the silence that people hear? And where do I find some? Is it in the space...

I have discovered love In a bed of feathers In sharp talons In a fierce gaze And in loving sacrifice I have discovered love In the hunt...