The voice of the wind whispered softly to me....
Listen well to the teachings of the "wise ones",
for their visits have been many.
Open your eyes to the many wonders set before you,
for they are ever changing.
Taste the sweetness of the cool water
streaming from the mountain tops,
for draught is ever pending.
Cherish the aroma of open fields of flowers and grasses,
to soon they will be gone.
Hold close to your heart, the beliefs and convictions,
that have brought you to this sacred place.
The path that has called you is lonely at times
but know I am here, to love and to guide.....

Willow Dancer
03-18-00


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