The wind is gentle as it moves through the clearing next to the large creek. As the spiritual body of the young Indian woman sits next to the fire, the dark night surrounds her. She speaks to those who sit near her�?/FONT>
"I am different than most people. There are many spirits with me and they come and go like the wind. They speak to me in many different ways. With the help of good spirits I have learned much about myself. Who I am and the road I must walk upon in my life. My road is a dry creek bed. I walk upon and around many rocks.
"I believe that I have the spirit of a young Indian woman hidden inside a white woman’s body. I believe that our spirits can be different than our bodies. When I die my white woman’s body will turn to dust and I will have the spiritual body of a young Indian woman."
"Listen to my words and they will show you a glimpse of my spirit."
As I lay upon a hill covered with soft grass,
Watching above,
As the branches of trees sway in the wind,
Seeing a hawk flying in the blue sky,
Hearing the cries of wolves in the distance,
Wondering if I shall ever see a wolf,
Wondering if a wolf will ever see me,
Wishing I could stay upon this hill forever,
As the wind surrounds me and the sun warms me,
I close my eyes with tears upon my face
As I open my eyes this hill is gone,
Gone are the trees, the hawk, the cries of wolves,
I am alone in a world where concrete covers Grandmother Earth,
Where buildings reach into the skies instead of trees,
The cries that echo in the wind are not from wolves,
They are the cries of my soul
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