26-Nov-07 1:00 PM CST

Poems

Inside Every Man
by Jim “Worthy Wolf” Wheeler, Teller of Tales

Inside every man
There is a great deed
Like the wise mighty oak
That he planted from seed

Inside every man
There is a great thinking
He may know it by now
Or he may have no inkling

Inside every man
There is a great spirit
If he just gets quiet
Then he will hear it

Ancient Forest
By Wayland Matthew Fox

I am tired of this lonely world of cities;
Of concrete and poison and fences and laws and lies.
Surrounded by all these comforts,
My body has become soft
And my heart has grown hard.
My house is locked against intruders
And I forget to pray for my neighbors.

My soul is grieving,
Longing for that ancient forest
When the skin of me was the skin of the land -
And the bone of me was the bone of the mountain lion -
And the blood of me ran pure-
Like the river blood of the mother-
And the spirit of me was the spirit of the eagle
Flying free in dreamtime.

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Source: Wheeler & Fox
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