By Harry "Hawk" Jones
The Wind is my teacher.
The Clouds are my second soul.
The Rain washes my Spirit in nature's pure water.
I must be still to listen and learn.
I must seek the knowledge of Mother Earth.
This pain is a gift from the Goddess
to wake my sense and prepare me to
receive knowledge and wisdom.
No longer can I drowned myself
in pity, distract myself with
man made tranquilizers.
I must live.
I must seek.
I must grow.
I will listen to my Wind teacher.
I will wash sail in the rains from Heaven.
I will walk in the University of the Forest.
I will sleep in Nature's arms.
I will live.
I will grow.