Windows
on the World...
The Eyes in the Mist
The eyes in the
mist watch me
The eyes in
the
mist know
Secrets they
will not tell
But to a
chosen
few
The eyes in
the
mist beckon me
Come with us
they say
And we will
share
The secrets
of
the old way
Through the
mist
I float
To join the
eyes
in the mist
Through the
frosted trees I fade
Into the
beckoning eyes
Into the
dark
clouds of vision
Into the
silence
of dreams
Enclosed in
the
veil of secrets
I see
through
the eyes in the mist
We stand
gazing
through the trees
I feel the
gentle fall of snowflakes
The crisp,
cold
wind ruffles through our fur
Our paws pad
lightly over the snow as we move among the trees
Our keen
eyes
detect the rabbit far in the distance
I hear a
brother's piercing howl floating on the night air
I feel a
freedom
unknown to humans
And I
remember
other days when we chased the antelope
Days spent
playing with the pack's young pups
Days spent
teaching them life's harsh lessons
We are the
teachers and protectors
We are the
killers of the sick and wounded
We are the
free
who roam the mountains and plains
We are the
eyes
in the mist
We are the
wolves
And from the
dark clouds of vision and silence of dreams
>From the
veil of secrets, I see through the eyes in the mist
I see old
memories and know them to be mine
I know I am
a
part of the whole
I am the
Indian
of long ago riding on a painted horse
I hear the
whisper of grass, wet with dew, as the horse's hooves touch the earth
My long
black
hair blows in the wind
The feather
in
my hair brushes my face
I feel the
horse's muscles move beneath me
The bow and
arrows slung across my back shift
And the
beads
dangling from my sacred pipe gently slap my bare skin
I smell the
pines in the crisp air
I hear a
howl in
the distance and see a lone wolf watching me on a ridge nearby
My eyes turn
skyward to the eagle soaring above the mountains
And I feel
its
graceful freedom
I am at
peace
with my world
I am a part
of
the whole
I am the
eagle
gazing down on the Indian riding along the mountain crest
I fly above
him
and observe the wolf trotting along the ridge
The wind
pushes
under my wings and I soar up over the crest
A valley of
green appears on the other side
I glide down
toward the river flowing swiftly through the trees
At the edge
of
the valley I see a camp and hear human voices rise in song
Fires glow
brightly in the dark blue dusk, dogs bark, and horses answer my cry
The wind
lifts
and I soar up into the night sky, sparkling with stars
A full moon
lights the way to my nest on a mountain's peak
I see all
from
my freedom in the sky
I am at
peace
with my world
I am a part
of
the whole
I am the
river
winding down the mountain and through the valley
I am cool
and
refreshing to the deer drinking by the willow tree
And to the
mountain lion around my bend
I sparkle as
I
tumble over stones of grey and brown and red
I playfully
tumble down a hill and spill into a pond
I am the
river
whose bed is sand and rock
I flow with
nourishment to the seas of grass
And to the
flowers that paint the land with rainbows of color
I bring life
to
the trees that blow in the wind and brush the sky with green
All
creatures
come to me and I to them
I laugh and
sing
when the rain falls from the sky into my depths
I am at
peace
with my world
I am a part
of
the whole
I am the
clouds
floating high above the river
I spiral in
graceful waves across the sky, billowing and curling
I stretch
and
collapse, appearing as feathers in the sky
I smile upon
the
earth with shadows
And as a
kaleidoscope, I change from whites to greys to blacks
I flash and
spark with lightening
And in the
setting sun, I shimmer pink and orange and red
And when I
spread thick and cover the sky's blue, I let sunrays glisten through
I am at
peace
with my world
I am a part
of
the whole
I am the
trees
standing tall in the misty dawn
I am the
field
of wheat swaying in the wind
I am the
sculpture formed by your hands
I am the
beauty
painted by the brush in your hand
I am the
tears
flowing down your face
I am the
laughter singing in the air
I feel your
pain
and your joy
You create
and I
am born
You breath
and I
live
The eyes in
the
mist beckon you
Come with us
they say
Into the
dark
clouds of vision
Into the
silence
of dreams
Enclosed in
the
veil of secrets
Bring forth
the
long lost memories
You and I
are
the eyes in the mist - the Wolves
We are the
Indian and the Eagle
We are the
River
flowing free
We are the
Clouds floating high
We are a
part of
the whole
We are the
ties
that bind
And if one
is
taken away, all are diminished
We are
exalted
and made noble by each other
We are made
whole by each other
And the
whole is
God
Diane Wolfsong