The moon is full.The August wind,that breath of God which tumbles ,rolls and twists onto the earth.The ancient world being stirred from the many centuried sleep.Ancestors awaken now.The voice of the Mother arises under foot of each being.The four-leggeds and the two-leggeds are now knowing what it is,what it is all about.What they know of the Great Unity.The circle.The circle states how we speak,how we walk the walk,how we pass the talking stick to one another and listen to what each has to say in their turn.I turn away from human made divisions and instead watch the trek of the sun from horizon to horizon. I am common, I am simple,I keep it that way,a spirit of the earth, a traveler and taster of the elements,earth, fire,water,air combining each day in me to quench the soul.I know and I don't know.The more I know,the less I do know.A taste of knowing shows you that there is so much more ahead and it's endless, believe me.The moon is full on the far horizon and it now submerges to it's death.Darkness dies and one by one the stars turn out their lights and that August wind,like a serpent in the morning,tumbles,rolls and twists onto the Mother earth.