It is the pipe
that changed us...
descendants
of those night visions,
the dreaming with hawks
and eagles, the white buffalo.
All of the brothers and sisters
born beneath the leaves
of the birch trees. Seeing
the sultry smoke wafting
across our paths, wooing
us with their spirit aromas.
the savory scent of our Creator.
It is the pipe
that summoned us to rise up...
entering gently upon
the moccasins of the night.
Hear what we have to say,
give your hearts the chance
to believe in the visions,
join in that sacred smoke-dance
that the pipes blew across
the ageless dreams of our ancestors. |
