Gossamer threads of life
hold me perched between earth and sky
weaving the web, dreaming the dream,
through the two worlds I will fly,
with you as my muse, Mother.
I create the substance of dreams
allowing the artist within me
to fashion my life with esteem.
I mold the clay of experiences
into a sacred medicine bowl,
capturing the essence of living
as it sings deep within my soul.
Your secrets of creation, Mother
have taught me when to destroy
the chains that have bound me
limiting the expressions of joy.
You have taught me how to labor
giving birth to the visions within,
setting them free like silver arrows
kindling the fires of creation again.
Author unknown
SBEC
Clanmothers
January 2000
Little Wolf Band
I Am Walking
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