Others have walked here,
though their voices are now silent.
Even so, 
when I listen with my heart,
I still can hear them.
I can feel the tears they’ve cried
of both joy and sorrow.





They know me and I know them.

I, too, have had presence here before.
So I stand in reverent silence
at the center of the Rose of the Four Winds ...
at the center of the universe.
I know not where the winds will carry me.
With my hands uplifted 
and my face toward the sun,
I give thanks for what was, what is, and what shall be.

The winds are dancing all around me
in a never-ending circle,
in an ever-flowing stream,
flowing in and out of my body
through my fingertips,
giving and receiving
through the top of my head
and the soles of my feet.

I am 
a part of the Four Winds.
I am the stream.
 Death and birth are twin souls
as are dark and light.
No one knows the beginning nor the end.
I am nothing ... I am everything.
I am.