Closing my eyes, Drifting afar, Soul travelling, Two minds at war
Amazing is as amazing be, Just how seamless such journeys seem, Vivid are some though most fade away, All so real, yet surreal Reaching out, holding on, Hoping to see once more and again, Closing your eyes, drifting afar
Red willow we use, A hoop we see, All around are feather and bead, Beads of beauty to behold
A perfect circle of life and love, Life all passing through, Sifted and sorted are good and bad, Vibrations that stir your very soul
Tis of Iktomi's web that I speak, Woven in wonder, Woven with care, Intricate lines meander on, Cycles and cycles of different lives, Similar lives of babies first, Of man and woman passing by, So old and frail one does become, Babies once again?
Now close your eyes and drift afar, Astral beings our souls are, Travelling far, from dark to light, Sifting through infinite rings, The light passes through, Right through the centre, Darkness broken by the light, How much we see of the light, The dark we may never know.
Such are thoughts in waking we find, Such are thoughts so lost in slumber. A wonder is that which bewitches the spirit, Renewing a soul with every awakening