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Pointing The Way

In the search for Crazy Horse,
  I found myself

He freed my voice,
  as he opened up my heart

Sharpening my words
  like the tip of his lance

Leading me through the forest
  back into the light

Across the wide prairie
  where the winds blow free

The sun not only rising
  -but pointing the way

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)