SUNDANCE

 

 

         An awareness

            that considers itself to be

            a mountain --

               rock and snow

               birch and willow

               eagle and fawn

         Today

            at sunset

         The awareness reached out

            to enclose

               rain laiden clouds

               singing in an autumn sky . . .

 

         Spirit fingers touch cloud masses

            tuck and pull

         Cloud shapes made and unmade

            for pleasure

               See how I catch the color!

         I am the cloud

         I float on air

               warm  cold

               rise  fall

                     quick!

                     fluff here

                     to catch that pink!

 

         In the gathering cold and darkness

         I condense to rain

            sudden hail

         I fall

            to strike

            with splash

            in duck pool

         Now I am

            a duck

            darting fish

            a reed

            croaking frog

         I am muddy earth

            I strike

         With I hail

            which falls

         From

            I cloud

         Touched by

            I color

                  I am

                     And I Know.

 

                                          25 Sept 78