SLUMBERING GIANT
Once perchance are secrets found at trails end and centuries ago.
Footsteps echo on sacred grounds secret hearts tell them it is so.
Spirits dance on the water lost as mist amongst the trees.
They sing of lifetimes in waiting for the spirit to return.
Ancient wisdom to return.
The knowledge to return.
A time of peace and harmony of oneness with the Earth.
Who could own such things soul of stone silent flight of bird.
Sequoia serenity in your growing standing tall against Autumn winds.
The course of man leaves only anticipating the White Buffalo to return.
The spirit to return.
The ancient wisdom to return.
Wear face of paint pierce your skin live now as you believe.
Time for new growth to begin Mother Earth has sown her seed.
Spirits dance on the water lost as mist amongst the trees.
They sing of lifetimes in waiting for the spirit to return.
The White Buffalo has returned.
Ancient wisdom has returned.
written 1998
