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I can see through the eyes of the eagle, I can howl through the cry of the wolf. I can fly with the wings of the falcon, I can run with the mustangs' hooves. I can soar over snow-tipped mountains - fly through the canyons and valleys deep..... out o'er the oceans blue and eternal - down to the sun, where the jungles weep. I can hear when the wolf pup grumbles, sigh when the dolphin calls his mate - tremble when mother bear fights her battle to keep her cubs from a deadly fate. I can see when the first brave flower pushes above the last Spring snow; and the last leaf valiantly holds on tight as the cold winter winds begin to blow. I can run with the last wild horses, dance with the elves in fairy rings; see to the corners of the Universe - and fly with the angels on angel wings. © Joyce Petrosky-Hale |
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I AM ......... I am the strength of the Bear who roams; I am the mind of the Wolf who runs; the freedom of the Eagle high is mine as he soars to Mother Sun. I am the moon as he climbs the night, seeing the secrets that people hide; mine is the grief of those who weep when one who dwelled in their hearts has died. I am the tree that shelters all and casts her shadow to cool the earth; the falling rain that to the lakes and rivers and the sea gives birth. I am the little child on its journey, also the guardian angel true. We are all a part of forever, centuries old, yet always new. © J.P.Hale |
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ONE DAY.......
One day my soul just opened up, my heart took winged' flight. I heard the forest chatter low, and smelled the flowers with delight. I felt the hope that rides the wind, and raindrops washing clean the air; I saw the mountains and the valleys, track of the wolfpack, and the bear. The ocean waves were breaking white on all the beaches' sandy shores as morning sun began to climb the early sky to heaven's door. I know the love of God embraces all there is, and everything. One day my soul just opened up, my mind and heart learned how to sing. © Joyce P. Hale 12/99 |
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OLD SOULS - those who have lived and learned, and died, and many times returned. They walked the earth and loved before, and ate and danced in days of yore. Perhaps barbarians in eons gone struck terror in their hearts and homes. They travel through their lives together - change places - seeking one another. They learn in each new time they choose, in each new life, their lessons use; perhaps to make atonement true for sins and pain of which they knew. With each new life, they gravitate to those with whom they share their Fate, as friends or enemies or lovers; sister, brother, father, mother. Intertwining through the years, pathways through this Vale of Tears - to that one time toward which they strive, where Knowledge waits, when they arrive. © Joyce P. Hale Autumn 2000 |
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The photo at the top of the page was taken in Red Rock Canyon in S.W.Nevada. The photo of wolf eyes is taken from a photo by Marty Sloan which I purchased. The next one is a sunset taken in a nearby park; and the next one, a winter sunrise out our backyard. The last *photo* is taken by me in the mts. of W.VA., and added to with other graphics and photos which I have taken. The art to the right is © J.Hale |
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