Time slows to a stop as a familiar numbing sensation takes shift,
The cold rush of anxious intentions while knowing one slip and that's it.
I summon the energy to correspond with diverse maneuverability,
I sit at night and conjure with might cosmic energy into me.
My faith I suppose would be to become a shaman, but of course theirs trials it includes,
Above all you must be chosen by the masses,when all have witnessed and chosen you.
You must be fair and bare all the despair those they carry and those to come true,
But you also bare their thoughts good and bad you bare the animals consciousness too.
In these native lands we all understand thought manipulates matter.
But to have bestowed such a gift, makes them vulnerable at expense, it's only right to give back in latter .
When I think about my heritage I believe I've been sold short,
They were murdered throughout history with no respect or sign of remorse.
Manuscripts I've forced myself to understand, interpret and to sort,
Powerful observations and meaningful words, inspired me to go right to work.
Reflective dreams can become explained,when we shut our mouths and open up our brains.
Above all you must be docile,always honest and never rude.
If you are shunned by the people then it's the earth you're indebted too.
A person's relief from mishaps can have its own reward,
The ultimate goal propinquity eventually, is the only truth we look towards.
The right to remain blind is ignorant considering all that we've done,
Considering our old past times its been a long way that we've come.
I've never intended to confuse any views, but not every opinion isnt irrelevant.
Ones narrow view can broadened if reset,which gives us limitless intelligence.
