The Medicine wheel
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old Native American wisdom. We need to gather as one people to save earth and all people.
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel.
(I have been lucky. Many kind Native American took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace.)
I told the man.
“A proper Medicine Wheel has the power of the four winds.”
I touched a Dream Catcher.
“A real one would protect your spirit and keep bad dreams away.”
He grins at me.
He didn’t understand a word that I spoke.
He told me.
“Does the same things.”
I leave the store with nothing.
Sitting with my Apache Friend outside the gate of Fort Hood, Texas.
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By Michele Habel-Coffey
New surroundings at sunrise
A hiker emerges from a moldy tent
Time to traverse, time for
Trampling the delicate dew drops
And glistening grass
Running like the creek away
A new path is born
And in the footfalls behind
The grass reaches and rises
Leaving no trace
Of the wayward man