Passing through a door in the rock,
Walking on ancient seas,
Down through the basement of time,
Following a desert wren.

The canyons are painted by gods,
Small hand prints here or there.
Now I am the sun, the wind, the earth,
A single grace note, in a world without water.

Mni Wiconi.

 

Hobie,
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