Walking bear felt rain drops
not just morning dew
Approaching the top of this first hill
a large pine offered shelter
Sitting under its welcome branches
Pancho pulled past his chin
walking bear wonder again
back to when his journey began
Many moons ago a vision came
A white stag spoke to him
leave your comfort and journey far
walk towards the north towards the stars
Help and heal all you see
Speak of natures ways
give of your heart willingly
Share our life as Indians
Over the years many have walked
With walking bear listening to him speak
of the old way before roads were paved
when the elders had respect
Not like today when a Hopi chief
Is separated form the tribe for setting tradition aside
And placing the prophecies on the web
For all who find to read
Tradition says it must be spoken
Pasted on form elder to brave
to let white man read those words
Is like telling the wolf to shave
At least that is what some may say
Those living in the past
Those who do not talk to walking bear
Those who did not hear the White stag speak
I'm drawn to water
sounds, trickle and touch
so much more than just
the crisp air we breathe
Unaware I notice
myself sitting while
contemplating life
still, I float down stream
Tiny patches of blue peak hiding
between dark intense rain
puddles grow larger becoming
something altogether and different
Sudden silence speaks loud
clearly pulling me
back as I sit sheltered
Still, something altogether and different