Heart Song

(Berkeley Hills Summer 1975 Revisited)

Three are on this hill
surrounded by hills
wind moans soft
wrapping them in warmth
above
four ravens dance
in endless blue sky
below
sacred land dips
in slow fading ripples...
one sleeps
under blanket of tree
one dreams
open eyed and cross legged
one sings
wrapped by wind...
gentle power joins them
in their aloneness
their spirits sway in fullness
not often felt...anymore
wind moans softly
wraps them in warmth
echoes silent prayers
silent thanks for life