Medicine Wheel of the Soul
  by Jenna Schulman - June 3, 1997

         Look to the East
       toward te rising sun
  praise the fire of enlightenment
       the coming day, a gift
      a blessing just to rise
  with the breath of morning air
         enought to know
    life has pulled the sun 
   from behind the horizon again.

 
          Look to the South
         place of our growth
           rivers of time
    flow through all that we know
         change and evlove
     our perceptions of truth
          hands of creation
     search for tangible form
   while clinging to the safety
            of vision.


          Look to the West
      where the darkness is kept
          beneath silvery amrs
        the moon's sweet embrace
        holds the rhythmic tide
         and lulls us to sleep
      in the cave of our silence
         whispers of eternity
          call forth our 
              dreams.


          Look to the North
       know the ageless wisdom
         whispered on the winds
            hear the echoes
       falling throguh the trees
  offering shelter from winter's icy tears
     woven by the hands of death
            in our hour
              of need.  


          Look to the Center
         where we each begin
          everywhere we go
        is then where we are
        know the path we walk
          always returns
            once again
       back around the circle
      to stand with the presence
               of self.