Post by Prophet on Mar 28, 2011 23:49:30 GMT -8
A MOON & SUN GATHERING
Among the seascaped conifers our fellowship congregates,
For temporary reprieve we relax our guarded gates,
And call upon Smoke's wisdom to guide us forward,
Nature's ally, of shamanic trait, blessed our journey shoreward.
Let's gather in trust and honor, and know that it's not too late.
Yet, nonetheless, the time has come; no longer should we wait.
Breathe in our breath, and hold aloft truth's shining sword
There's no need to argue or debate; our truth cannot be ignored.
CHORUS:
We've come to honor what truly matters,
So, under the Sun & Moon we gather.
In communion 'til the day is done,
From the tunes of none, our time's begun.
What perceptions do we keep of the night's shadowed stalker?
Our sacred drum beats to the many prayers we offer.
The calls of our voices, as one, have awakened the Forest Spirit,
The poisonous leaf is looming, our camp of heroes steer clear of it.
CHORUS:
We've come to honor what truly matters,
So, under the Sun & Moon we gather.
In communion 'til the day is done,
From the tunes of none, our time's begun.
We've found the door to days of yore, and knocked upon its knocker,
as we hiked in the hundred acre wood, with Christopher.
We're aware our choices' webs are spun; the dream is here, and we are near it.
Hear how nature's voice is booming; yes, we hear it, but do not fear it.
CHORUS:
We've come to honor what truly matters,
So, under the Sun & Moon we gather.
In communion 'til the day is done,
From the tunes of none, our time's begun.
We're dreaming the dream that truly matters,
So, under the Moon & Sun we gather.
In reunion 'til the war is won,
The time has come! Wakan friends, walk on!
Among the seascaped conifers our fellowship congregates,
For temporary reprieve we relax our guarded gates,
And call upon Smoke's wisdom to guide us forward,
Nature's ally, of shamanic trait, blessed our journey shoreward.
Let's gather in trust and honor, and know that it's not too late.
Yet, nonetheless, the time has come; no longer should we wait.
Breathe in our breath, and hold aloft truth's shining sword
There's no need to argue or debate; our truth cannot be ignored.
CHORUS:
We've come to honor what truly matters,
So, under the Sun & Moon we gather.
In communion 'til the day is done,
From the tunes of none, our time's begun.
What perceptions do we keep of the night's shadowed stalker?
Our sacred drum beats to the many prayers we offer.
The calls of our voices, as one, have awakened the Forest Spirit,
The poisonous leaf is looming, our camp of heroes steer clear of it.
CHORUS:
We've come to honor what truly matters,
So, under the Sun & Moon we gather.
In communion 'til the day is done,
From the tunes of none, our time's begun.
We've found the door to days of yore, and knocked upon its knocker,
as we hiked in the hundred acre wood, with Christopher.
We're aware our choices' webs are spun; the dream is here, and we are near it.
Hear how nature's voice is booming; yes, we hear it, but do not fear it.
CHORUS:
We've come to honor what truly matters,
So, under the Sun & Moon we gather.
In communion 'til the day is done,
From the tunes of none, our time's begun.
We're dreaming the dream that truly matters,
So, under the Moon & Sun we gather.
In reunion 'til the war is won,
The time has come! Wakan friends, walk on!