Sitting here my mind is fed,
With thoughts of people, sports and things.

They share the space inside my head
With sacred dreams from Eagles wings.

I focus on the ones I know
That come from where the spirits soar.

Then call the Elk and Buffalo
Who lend me strength and so much more.

I chose a prayer to sing this round
And practiced it into the night.

But with my sweat upon the ground
A new song fills my heart with light.

I’ve finely learned that what I know
Means little to the spirits wise.

Who wait there for my soul to grow
And watch for wisdom in my eyes.

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