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Tracking A Vision
Diane Gibbons
As a child of solitude I felt you
in shadow of light and mist,
in the songs and pain of the land,
You, the purpose of my heart's wild beating
Prowling around me.
Waiting.
As a youth I asked your name,
and in time I heard your voice.
Your name was spoken
as a breath of wind blowing through my soul.
As a young woman your father stalked me.
In a flash of intimate brilliance
I saw his face.
I looked at everything encircling me in the multiple veils
and knew that the light of his eyes sparked in All.
Then, it was time for the labor.
I groaned and cried, my body giving way to new life.
I laughed,
and there you were.
Born of flesh and spirit, form and formless,
and you grew.
Now,
Now I tend your world.
I join with the laborers who work with you,
your energy given away and returned a thousand times a day,
and I watch as you sleep in the night
surrounded by coyote, bear, eagle and the yellow-eyed wolf.
Today I saw your mark in the worm, brown Earth
and gently placed my hand over it.
I remembered our oneness and rejoiced.
Beneath my hand was a track of the Great Spirit's child,
You,
the Manifested Vision.
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