For the Gathering!

Brother Eagle
Brother Condor
Share the air
My mighty Brothers
Born of one united Sun
Glide together
Mighty Brothers
Honour us
Beneath your wings
Brother Eagle
Brother Condor
Bless your children
Make us one
Born of wisdom
Born of wonder
Let your People
Stand as one

Why the wolf howls

Hear our people
In the forest
You with us
Make up the whole

Leaf and tree
And rock and mountain
Tremble inside you
With our call

Fathers of your
Skin and sinew
Mothers of your
Blood and bone

We are here
Willing to guide you
We are here
To run beside you

Listen now
The call's compelling
Come to us
The wild is free

Walking on the wind

Come walking on the wind with me
My brother of the western wind.
Touch my hand lightly
As we will touch the world.

Come walking on the wind with me
My brother of an ancient line.
Come leave these troubled, shadow lands
And follow me towards the light.

Come walking on the wind with me
My brother of the mountain tops.
Let's kiss the clouds;
It's time to be one spirit whole.

Come walking on the wind me
My lovely one, my man of peace.
Be one with me, unite
Together, let us change the world. 

When we met!

Do you remember when we met?
It was winter
But all I remember
Is sunshine on your face

You taught me the history of reggae
With a wall of vinyl
Warm colours
In a room full of sound

High White or Mossy

I used to live alone

In a high, white, house.

Sepulchral and remote,
Stone built,
It felt like ancient bones.

Now I live in
A quite different place,
Verdant,
Ringing with voices,
And the sound of water!

My desert house
Would crack in the sun at noon.
My forest house is flexible,
Stretching with sunshine
As it falls through the leaves.

Desert thought was ever clear and other.
Green thought is chaotic but always now!

Tatanka Beat

Thunder

Thunder

Little Brother

Do you hear them

Drumming deeply

They are coming

Little Brother

To reclaim

Their holy land

Thunder

Thunder

Little Brother

Ancient herds

Are drumming deeply

And your gentle

Feathered Brother

Leads them onward

Take my hand

You can follow

Little Brother

Herd and tribe

Are one again

Thunder

Thunder

Little Brother

Heart of beast

And soul of man

Feathers on the lawn!

I live in Catford
And there are feathers
On my front lawn!
A fox has killed a seagull!
Nothing odd in that
Foxes killing seagulls
Among the cats and dogs
And neat thirties semis.

At night there are
strange jungle noises.
Weird sounds
Of things possibly dying!
Not people, I suppose!
But, that does happen!
The odd stabbing
Or shooting
In Catford
Shortly to be
By the Sea.