Silent are the spirits.
The people that shed blood for their land.
Tears now stain the four winds for
their mountains that no longer stand.
For the buffalo and the arrow made from a hunters hand.
lonely fly’s the eagle. The broken spirit bear.
Gone are the warriors. The drums of a distant land.
The dreams of a people.
The realm of life man could not understand.
Man’s law changes with his understanding of man.
His greed is the evil love of power.
A world burning in the fire of desire incensed by Hate
Stupidity and Ignorance. Only the laws of the spirit remain always the same.
This distant warrior was a person whose Spirit is one with the Creator. His heart belonging to a People whose life was a sacred gift given by the ancestors. Ones spirit cannot be destroyed for the spirit is eternal as the stars, just beyond the darkest hours of life.
It is said that the vision of life is not in death but that of the Eagle
humbled with clarity and purpose to carry the spirit to the highest levels of self understanding and spirituality. Ones path is a tapestry of knowledge, awareness and enlightenment touched by empty moments reflected in the storms of existence. The earth and self are of one mind that binds the Spirit to the real and eternal tempest of life.