NONE ARE BLINDER THAN THOSE
OF WHOM REFUSE TO SEE
 
A blind man grows from birth alone on a
deserted island
of no outside fruit for thought does he
know
He bleeds from self inflicted wounds cut
on ancient pilings
but he does not question his behavior as he goes
He is unaware of his skin color or even if
he has one
Religion is but an unknown word to his
mind
A still small voice is his constant
companion
His existence is meek as he passes time
Will he be struck down by an angry god for his
ignorance
As he does not worship nor call by name,
The Divine
Will he not receive a higher deliverance
As he is unaware that he is even blind.
 
 
Understanding
 
 
Our relationship shall be our child
and we shall nurture it with
understanding
And if the winds of change take to
blow us in opposite directions
Understanding shall be the way.
The ever changing journey of which
will guide us onto our natural path of
spirituality,
Is not a thicket hidden from our souls
Nor is there one time better than
another to dis-cover this path,
As it forever has been open.
So now we gently touch our eyes
together
In this mystery we call life.
Share our vision as one another,
now that understanding is our strife.

Vision Quest

Crazy Horse, of the Oglala Sioux resurrects,
busting lose from the Earth Mother's womb,
riding forth into his vision of a universal under-
standing that all are of One Tribe.
He now holds in his hand the talking stick, not
the war club.
The "Trail of Tears" has been endless for man
and Now it is time to ride upon the sacred winds of Wisdom.