Medicine Wheel of the Soul

Look to the East
toward te rising sun
praise the fire of enlightenment
the coming day, a gift
a blessing just to rise
with the breath of morning air
enought to know
life has pulled the sun
from behind the horizon again.

Look to the South
place of our growth
rivers of time
flow through all that we know
change and evlove
our perceptions of truth
hands of creation
search for tangible form
while clinging to the safety
of vision.

Look to the West
where the darkness is kept
beneath silvery amrs
the moon's sweet embrace
holds the rhythmic tide
and lulls us to sleep
in the cave of our silence
whispers of eternity
call forth our
dreams.

Look to the North
know the ageless wisdom
whispered on the winds
hear the echoes
falling throguh the trees
offering shelter from winter's icy tears
woven by the hands of death
in our hour
of need.

Look to the Center
where we each begin
everywhere we g
is then where we are
know the path we walk
always returns
once again
back around the circle
to stand with the presence
of self.

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Poem by Jenna Schulman - June 3, 1997 - This material has been provided for educational purposes for your own personal use, I am NOT the Author of this material and is it posted in good faith of sharing information with other's who walk the various paths.