MORNING STARS AND THE SEVEN SISTERS

The wandering tribe to a new land has come,
Potential becoming form with every choice -
Waiting to be shaped in the Dance of Desires.

Elegant Beauty performs upon her harp,
Setting arrangement to the Songs of Life,
Flowing with ease and grace into the hearts that hear.

Clustered above, holding presence for all below,
Seven Sisters bear witness to what transpires
In the weaving of Dance, Song and Desires.

Old Man pours the purest and coldest waters,
In blessing of every child's greatest dream,
Upon the altar of past, present and future.

A Warrior holds honor of all things sacred:
Life, love, family and the land, great and small,
Rejoicing in their essence become manifest.

Deep in the watery depth where feelings abide
A gift of ancient ways held in sacred trust
Provides continuity with eras gone by.

Wounded Healer reveals what enthusiasm,
In its youthful exuberance, has denied -
Compassion embraces pain as well as joy.