Circle of Breath

Morning opens in the grass. Bare feet know the way. Smoking earth begins to sway. I carry water in my palms for the old And the new. Every step is listening. Every breath is true. Oh, the river calls my name. Oh, the river knows my skin. Mana mana na. We are waking from within. Circle of breath. Circle of breath. We rise, we rest. Circle of breath. Circle of breath. The living moves through us. Stones Are warm beneath the drum. Birds are stitching dawn. The deer moves through the cedar shade, And the fear is gone. I hear my mothers in the wind. I hear my fathers too. Ahhh. All the songs are turning blue. Oh, the river calls my name. Oh, the river knows my skin. Mana mana na. We are waking from within. Circle of breath. Circle of breath. We rise, we rest. Circle of breath. Circle of breath. The living moves through us. Low Brass Under the-- Low brass under the-- Low brass under the moon. Flute like a silver thread. Oh. Hands above the sacred ground. Bless the path ahead. Throat song in the firelight. Feet on ancient stone. We are never passing through. We are not alone. Circle of breath. Circle of breath. We rise, we rest. Circle of breath. Circle of breath. The living moves through us. Hush now, the lake is singing. Hush now, the pines reply. Ahhh. One body, one morning under one Wide sky.