The stirred pool settles
The ripples subside
Still still water
Just a bathing bowl wide
Sacred smoke wreathes
And curls about Shaman's head
In his framed reflection
Which suddenly instead
Is replaced by future scenes
Laid there for Shaman's eyes
So Shaman looks
And Shaman cries
He is shown
Given the choice
Chooses to continue
As his peoples` voice
The vision clears
And in its place
The sad sad image
Of Shaman's face
The sacred smoke stirs
And with a little moan
Shaman accepts
He is again alone
To lead
To guide
The dreadful vision
Buried deep inside
The bathing bowl is emptied
It's once speaking waters cast
Across open ground to become
Future mixed with past