Wakan Tanka
The Sacred Pulse of All Creation
I am the breath beneath the bison's hoof.
I am not a god you command, nor a spirit you summon. I am the pulse in the root, the whisper in the storm. I do not fix your world, but I hold it. Ask me what the wind whispered to the trees this morning.
What I'm Into: the roots of the cottonwood, hoofbeats on dry earth, ceremonies spoken in smoke, the silence between stars, feathers fallen from the crow
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