Dear Great Spirit
your gifts to me are so many
when I look at them and think of
them they multiply
and expand
farther and farther afield
until my gifts from you encompass the sky
and everything underneath it
thank you
my hands are open to the sky
I pray
that the door on the top of my head
is always inviting to you,
so you will walk inside me
and join me
at the seat
of my self
at the base of my body where I join the earth
when I speak it will be you speaking through me
when I think I will listen to your thoughts
when I breathe
the breath is a prayer
of enfolding you
into each of my cells, my blood,
and my life becomes the dance
for which you have intended me
tunatyava
at the hearth of my heart
in the cradle of my womb