Big Native's blog: "The Calling"

Brave young warrior where have you gone Into the hills to mourn your song The breaking heart knows no ache like that of the warrior when it breaks The raging waters know not how deep the tears of the warrior when he weeps From umber hills the plaintive yell the heart of the warrior breaking all to hell Come now the spirits to calm from within the tears of the warrior for his lost friend At end of day the tears have ebbed the tear-spent warrior none left to shed On morning's light quietly he comes to bury the hatred that was done He carries the dead within his heart warriors weep when loved ones part His jaw now set in stern reprove when warriors weep the world is moved

The fire is dancing tonight and the winds are talking Dancers from past lives enter the circle Leading me back and forth through the history of myself The mind searches as the spirit dances The drums...dancing to the heartbeat Memories of long ago insights to the future I hear the winds whispering my sweat lodge dreams I see Sungmanitu tanka (the wolf) my guide He shows me the ancestors, not mine They are not Lakota, or Tsalagi, or Iroquois But they are all Nations, one Nation Speaking with wisdom to share with each other Yesterdays create todays and promises of tomorrow The lies will die with the smoke And the whispers of the winds are clear and loud And we shall all see the return of the buffalo