Great Hoop of Life

I have lived my spring with DREAM.

Rode deeply into the heart of our lives.

Come firstly to know RHIANNON thru my beautiful white mare.

I was given this gift for free-to be filled with spirit.

So, that I might see red roses grow beneath her hooves.

To equal the joy that grew within us, a fire began burning within me, the mare MOTHER a flame racing higher within.

Such joy and freedom few are blessed to know. Two hearts beating as ONE. She gave my life back, saved my soul.

No need to wonder but to feel. May the spring of your life be the measure of your days. As you and your DREAM begin to grey become as MARERIDER-HERDKEEPER, merge and become this life song.

MY GOLDEN TREASURE comes to me as the shining rays of summer sun.

We move into the center of our lives song, the dance moves along. Here the river is wider and slower it eddies, spins and its swirls move us upon the dance.

Time is spent on the bank in the sun. MY GOLDEN TREASURE is radiant. We flow into our SPIRIT.

As these long golden days of summer lives pass by and the rays of the sun begin to shorten and the mists, frosts and leaves of autumn begin to swirl about us.

I begin to hear the gentle steps of ARIEL, the soft grey ghost ling mare stepping from the mist of time to help me ride into the twilight of my days.

As I sit quiet as a rock, SHE gently nudges me up, having me feel the warmth of her soul filled breath upon me.

Large liquid eyes filled with compassion for my time on this ride. SHE looks with in me. As the earth MOTHER begins to sleep for the winters time.

I sit upon ARIEL'S back and feel time move on in our souls.

SHE and I ascend to the moon and sky for my ride with SPIRIT as I die.

He waits in the heavens by the moon-stamping his feet for this is a long, long ride. His painted self turns to us and he nickers at ARIEL.

I can feel myself begin to turn to SPIRIT as the grey ghost mare fades away, as we come to the stars.

SPIRIT kneels, for I am long past swinging on.

I can feel his radiance merge with me as we are drawn into RHIANNON.

We become ONE as the great circle of life forms again.

RED TAIL flies within us. SPIRIT'S hooves strike sparks upon the stars.

ALL MARE MOTHER-SACRED EARTH-red roses rain upon a prairie eons below us.

There runs a great white MARE a DREAM, red roses bloom where her hooves touch down.

SHE calls "MARERIDER-HERDKEEPER-it is time to be one again it is spring and your beautiful white mare waits for you."

As I drift down upon the wind, a red tailed hawk feather from SPIRITS mane.

Blue eyes as blue as the winter sky look up as SHE waits for me and I feel my soul becoming ONE again.

Blending into DREAM-HERDKEEPER-MAREMOTHER-MARERIDER. So the GREAT CIRCLE goes on.

A feather on the wind, my soul to begin again.

SPRING of my life. Foot falls, hoof beats run together again.

Springtime, Summer, Autumn, Winter born again.....

blessed be,