Deep through this painted vision
Under the veinous hues of my hand
The ancients come through
Earthen stone desert power
Bridge of the eternal
Call us close
This crystallized story
We travel a far horizon
Learning our own colors
As we learn the ancestors
Come through for us all
Source of all life renewed
In this ritual weave of wrist
Wind stirred headdress
Igniting granite and spruce
Hands and ears of cedar and fire
My passage leaves a charcoal
Design of the cosmos
Skin of mountain shadows
Nomadic clouds
Where seeds are growing
Beneath what we feel
This nesting season
In the dream body
Center of all horizons
Drum beats weaving the circle
Sprouting new gods and goddesses
Our souls free wandering
The inner vision
Truth held above all else
By heart stories
The way the world use to be
And still is