Walking the path Spirit laid bare,

Desert meeting rainbows raining down,

flowing as rivers to Ancestor's Wall,

I felt more fully my 4 day fast's

Vision's tasks before me,



To Sing and Dance with Them

through the night of my chrysalis,

and in the morn', maybe, butterfly,

with their guidance, into rebirth,

Sundance, Great Spirit.

Intentional directional frequency,
dancing in multidimensional secrecy.
I follow this ancient Red Road
because it calls to me ceaselessly.
It humbles me,
more than can conceivably be.
It empowers me,
primitively and peacefully.
Graciously, like the moon pulls the sea
Interconnected irrevocably
in this spiral galaxy of spirituality.

Burned the same as all of us have
Still he saw things so differently
He took his thoughts to the mountains
He spilled his soul to the sea
He embraced the advice from the moon
and welcomed the wisdom from the trees

He threw his hope among the stars
Embedded his wishes within the Sun
He found his strength inside the stone
and vowed never again to let it succumb

He did not seek in search of answers
Song and prayer and ancient Ghost Dances
Because time forever more will run
He asked only for guidance
in the days that have yet to come.