The flutes of the indigenous people
The ones whose land this really is
Stir something in me

Long ago
Alone in Florida
I had a single cd of this music
But I didn’t comprehend the power

When the student is ready
The teacher appears

I found an enchanted land as child
A green glade surround by a maple stand
A small stream running through it
A large rock for sitting

I have been searching for others all my life
I didn’t t realize they were right here all along

I just needed to learn how to listen