Home of My Heart
I hear you breathing softly,
As wind whispers through leaves;
Music to my mortal ears,
Stirring my heart into flight,
Barking as crow's wings on the breeze.
I kneel to take you in my hand;
I cry as you fill my soul with peace,
The mountain is but a reflection
Of your most beautiful face.
The aroma of your perfume,
Like pine needles after rain,
Smell like marshmallows roasting;
My childhood memories return.
Life is the embodiment of your figure.
I am but returning home.
May you forever take me,
And overflow my broken vessel
With the powerful magic of love.
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I was born on the Navajo Indian reservation. My clan is "Ja'neeszaknii," but I grew up on my German cowboy father's farm outside the reservation. I am self-educated so never went to public schools, and I grew up in isolation on my father's farm (thirty minutes out of town). I worked in the oil fields at age fifteen to save for college, and enrolled in my first semester at seventeen. Earning two artistic degrees has allowed me to live in Manhattan and Los Angeles; the latter being where I now train horses, work at a dude ranch, and write.