POEMS WRITTEN ONLY STR8 FROM MY HEART, IN THE PUREST FORM, EMBRACE THE WORDS AND LEARN FROM THEM, THERE ARE MANY TEACHINGS...
IN A SACRED CEREMONIAL SWEAT LODGE
I DID NOT KNOW WHAT I DID NOT KNOW
KNOW I KNOW WHAT I DID NOT KNOW... (FROM THE RED ROAD OF WELLBRIETY)
MY EYES WERE OPEN AS I SANG THE SIOUX LAKOTA SONGS, BEFORE I KNEW IT I WAS LOOKING AT
TWO YELLOWISH EYE'S ABOUT 4 FEET APART AND THEN I SAW A BEAK, I KNOW WHAT I WAS SEEING
IT WAS MY SPIRIT GUIDE THAT CAME TO HELP ME OUT IN THE SWEAT THAT MORNING...
I PUT MY HAND OVER MY EYE'S AND IT WAS STILL THERE, I LAUGHED OUT OF JOY, NOT OUT OF
DISRESPECT FOR MY HELPER, THAT WAS THE 2ND EAGLE I SAW THERE, THE FIRST ONE FLEW RIGHT
OVER THE TOP OF MY HEAD AS I WAS WALKING OUTSIDE. AS SOON AS I GOT OUT OF LODGE, I GRABBED
TOBACCO AND GAVE A OFFERING OF THANKS BACK TO THE CREATOR IN PRAYER FOR ALLOWING ME TO SEE WHAT I DID BOTH TIMES. LIFE IS GRAND...
I KNOW NOW WHO THAT SPIRIT GUIDE WAS, MY DAD WHO PASSED RECENTLY, HE GAVE ME A NICKNAME
OF EAGLE EYE'S...
Copyright©Samoth
KNOW I KNOW WHAT I DID NOT KNOW... (FROM THE RED ROAD OF WELLBRIETY)
MY EYES WERE OPEN AS I SANG THE SIOUX LAKOTA SONGS, BEFORE I KNEW IT I WAS LOOKING AT
TWO YELLOWISH EYE'S ABOUT 4 FEET APART AND THEN I SAW A BEAK, I KNOW WHAT I WAS SEEING
IT WAS MY SPIRIT GUIDE THAT CAME TO HELP ME OUT IN THE SWEAT THAT MORNING...
I PUT MY HAND OVER MY EYE'S AND IT WAS STILL THERE, I LAUGHED OUT OF JOY, NOT OUT OF
DISRESPECT FOR MY HELPER, THAT WAS THE 2ND EAGLE I SAW THERE, THE FIRST ONE FLEW RIGHT
OVER THE TOP OF MY HEAD AS I WAS WALKING OUTSIDE. AS SOON AS I GOT OUT OF LODGE, I GRABBED
TOBACCO AND GAVE A OFFERING OF THANKS BACK TO THE CREATOR IN PRAYER FOR ALLOWING ME TO SEE WHAT I DID BOTH TIMES. LIFE IS GRAND...
I KNOW NOW WHO THAT SPIRIT GUIDE WAS, MY DAD WHO PASSED RECENTLY, HE GAVE ME A NICKNAME
OF EAGLE EYE'S...
Copyright©Samoth
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IN A SACRED CEREMONIAL SWEAT LODGE
IN A SACRED CEREMONIAL SWEAT LODGE
