From The Fruitful Darkness

All is a circle within me,

I am ten thousand winters old,

I am young as a newborn flower,

I am buffalo in its grave,

I am a tree in bloom.

All is the circle within me,

I have seen the world through an eagle's eyes

I have seen it from a gopher's hole.

I have seen the world on fire

And the sky without a moon.

All is a circle within me,

Now all has a place to come home.

           The Fruitful Darkness, Joan Halifax p.137-8