When your heart is heavy with the weight
of the world's suffering,
take it for a walk along the river.
Shed your pain as the willow
sheds its leaves in the fall,
so they may nurture next year's growth.
Listen for the cry of the eagle,
the mystical murmur of the owl.
There be spirits here.
Along these banks, you follow
in the footsteps of shamans.
They whisper wisdom into ears
primed for listening.
The rattle of their gourds,
their guttural chants,
can be heard in the river's song.
The record of their journey is etched
on the canyon walls, green with weeping,
which hold ancient history
through the everness of time.
Do you hear Windigo Wind,
as it howls through the forest?
Can you hear coyote's mournful cry
above the water's roar?
The earth is calling us now,
urgently, through the voices
of her creatures,
who are in distress.
How we answer
will make all the difference.