Wind Rider

An old man sits peacefully in deep thought Missing teeth, milky eyes . . . leathery skin Wind Rider his name – a shaman The young man seethes in anger Strong, excitable . . . limbs in constant motion Standing Bear his name – dangerous and violent Smoke curls lightly into the sky A sacred moment upon the plain Old to the young – a story The soft voice rises . . . catches the wind There is a battle that rages within each of us . . . two wolfs circle each other One is evil . . . it’s spirit is angry filled with jealousy, sorrow, greed, arrogance, guilt resentment, inferiority, lies . . . ego The other wolf is good --- it’s spirit is filled with joy, peace love, hope, humility, kindness, empathy generosity, truth, compassion . . . faith Each wolf is strong and howls into the night wind Yellow-red eyes flair, deep throated-growls, bared fangs Breathing hard they attack Wind Rider lifts his heavy head Feels the sun . . . waits Standing Bear thinking . . . finally asks Who will win? Wind Rider smiles The one you feed \ / | | / \ David Meade 11/28/2014 Live Generously