Paha Sapa
Hoop of the world,
where all four directions are gathered.
And I wait.
Wave smoke-signal doves
skyward across Turtle’s back.
Quiet breath.
wait,
wait.
Paha Sapa
And while night gathers
itself, with brilliant plumes,
settles down beside me,
I am content.
Put away waiting. Put
away fire, weave both
into vision-dreams.
Paha Sapa
Hoop of the world,
where all four directions are one.
Jewniquely Myself 
Oh this is amazing. I love this poem. So enticing. Beautiful
Thank you so much.
You are welcome
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Wonderful!
Thank you, Patty!