Seeking My Balance

The Darkness surrounds me, as I run from myself
Nowhere to go... nowhere to hide
I show my humbleness and I ask for help
She takes me by the hand, and she takes me inside

The coolness of her presence soothes me in here
with amazing calmness, I settle into the cozy comfort zone
My angst slowly cools like magma over a million years
her nonchalance helps me in knowing that I am not alone

Listening to a distant heartbeat - I sleep
in my sleep, I begin to dream - pay attention to dreams
Pay attention because someone is saying something deep
and I listen to the fire crackle, and I hear the words in my dreams

Come my son, they say - come and join us in our talk
I look and see the men in a circle around the campfire
I walk over and take the seat that is offered - I sit and I watch
I listen to their stories, their fears, their joys and to the fire

I move around in my sleep from the sudden quietness in the air
I slowly open my eys and she is there - gleeming like the sun
SHHhhh - she softly soothes and gently strokes my unbraided hair
I know her name - she cools my angst... she is Sage Creek Woman

I can still see the old men, but they stand in a circle around me
am I dreaming or awake? I can smell the fragrance of sweetgrass
Sage Creek Woman is talking to the old men - and then she smiles slowly
I will watch over him she tells them, and I know this calmness I feel will now last