There is a place
few dare to go,
A place dark as the night.
It is a place
that must be traveled
by faith,
and not by sight.

It is not a place
for the faint of heart,
or those controlled by fear,
or those who can only accept
what they can see, or feel, or hear.

It is a place
that lies deep
within the human heart,
A place that many of us
only know in part.

For some it is a place
of refuge and of peace,
For some it is
A place where the noise
and turmoil cease.

For some it is a place
of love and ecstasy,
For some it is a place
of heartache and misery.

For some it is a place
where they confront
their greatest fears,
For some it is a place
where they shed a millions tears.

For some it is a place
where battles are won and lost,
For some it is a place
to be avoided at any cost.

For it is in silence
where we confront ourselves
one on one,
And decide what we are going to do
and deal with what we have done.

For it is in silence
we get to know ourselves for real
For it is in silence
that we really fine out how we feel.

For it is the place
where all can be said,
where the truth is really told,
It is the place called silence,
the mirror of the soul.

written by Marty Soaring Eagle copyright January, 2000

I recently attended a Pow Wow in Louisville, KY,
as I watched the dancers
the following poem began to form in my mind.
I was inspired by three women dancers.

The first was a jingle dress dancer
who I only saw one time,
she was probably in her mid-teens,
what struck me was the intensity of her dancing,
she only moved about twenty feet
but that was the most intense twenty feet I had seen,
she showed me that it is not the length of the journey
but how it is traveled that counts.

The second women was a young mother
who was there with her three young children,
when she danced she was so focused on her dancing
that she became oblivious to everything and everyone
around her,and as I later found out
oblivious also to the physical pain that she was in
because of an old injury.

The third is a women I have known
for several years, she too has a physical condition
that gives her much pain, but still she dances,
to the Circle she brings dignity and courage,
for she has discovered that it doesn’t matter
how many times you fall down,
what matters is how many times you get up!!
It is to them, and all Native American women,
that I humbly dedicate "The Dance of The Warrior
Woman."

Marty Soaring Eagle

She dances with passion and grace
As the sunlight glistens on her face.
Oblivious to all around her
She dances to the heartbeat of the Drum.
She dances for those who have gone before
And for those yet to come.

She dances as the singers sing an ancient tune,
She dances to honor Mother Earth,
Brother Sun and Sister Moon,
She dances for all creation both large and small
But it is for her children
She dances most of all.

She dances so that they might know,
So that they might see and learn,
So on she dances on nimble feet
Growing stronger with each turn.

Around and around the Circle she dances,
Her red shawl swirling in the wind,
The dance of the Warrior Woman,
Just like the Circle,
Has no beginning and no end.

Marty Soaring Eagle.. Copyright..November,2002

I Wonder

I wonder what the Creator
Must think of his creation now,
When he looks down and sees what man
has done to whom and what and how,
How we have fouled the waters
That He made pure and sweet,
How we have turned the fields of grass
into so many busy streets.
How in the name of progress
we have plundered and destroyed
that, which when He created it,
brought Him so much joy.
When He sees how much of His creation
we have exterminated,
I wonder if He wonders
why He even made it!

Copyright.. August 1999

Marty Soaring Eagle