A beating drum in ritual and concentration
Cross-legged on frozen ground
A mind spoken prayer to The Great Star Nation
And the surging builds once more........
Lifting the soul completely out of itself
High into the night sky
And now free the soul forgets mortality
Retracing again steps along the cosmic road.
A beat slows and dies to silence
Only the crackling fire fills the night
Blackness broken by occasional sparks of light
And out there in the great divide a soul flies on.
Into the place of truth and understanding
Far from this world of agony and deceit
Light years beyond the brightest stars seen in the sky
Far away in the memories of the fall
Then on a signal a fire dies and the surges cease
Eyes open on a windswept land
Braves sit oblivious surrounded by high mountains
It is the lateness of a cold winter's night
Time to speak then of the vision quest
The Shaman recites then all the memories of the fall
To help an injured world remember
And ensure a link with that place is restored.
WRITTEN 3RD NOVEMBER 1995