Fair Mohawk, Seven Generations Long   jarred trout   Dec 12, 2004 05:10 PST  i was faint of heart and at a loss for words took myself to fair Mohawk and had counsel with the birds great red tail hawk what did she say? step lightly into this sacred green a few gentle steps at first you will quicken your stride as your heart comes clean its not the past that lights your way its in the words no one can say its a gentle waft of sweetgrass that crosses your back as the winds of this land blow forward to lighten your pack its the birds on high and grounded four legs that you dont see its in your breath a cadence true soaring on these thermals for ones like you no one comes here that has not been called to this place our connected past lives now back again listen to the songs of winded crowns take heart in these and what you've found a place to stay in centered bliss from the old ones tall your home is this and when your are well and your stance is strong pass these lesson seven generations long   Home