Leading me back and forth through
the history of myself
My 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 in my dreams
I see Sugmanitu Tanka (the wolf)
my guide, my Spirit Totem
He shows me the ancestors, not mine
They are not Navajo, Apache or Lakota
But they are all Nations, one Nation
Speaking with wisdom to share with each other
Yesterdays create todays and promises of
tomorrow
My dreams will not fade with the smoke
And the whispers of the winds are clear and
loud
And we shall again all see the return of the
Buffalo