People sprawling, crawling
From the mid-lands and the east
My Mother Earth, lies beneath this foreign carpet
waiting for the dawn to grow
But metal machines come crawling on theyíre bellies
People hide inside
Apart from the outside
Those isolating iron islands ionize the air between us,
The Wind Blows Cold
Mother Earth is calling me
In Her soft soothing voice
"Canít you see all the beauty, while Iím holding you",
"and canít you feel my healing touch?"
Father Sky is crying through the valleys,
Heís trying hard to tell us
The filth from our follies
Burning a hole in the home that will shelter us
from the storms
Hear Them Blow
Yahuiquil, azehe, aquill
Shichai, Shichai, Shichai
Grandfather's Spirit calls up to me
"Feel real land beneath thy feet!!!!"
"You canít believe, and cannot hear a word Iím saying"
"if all youíre livings on concrete"
"Or the Daughter Earth may lay to the west"
"The Father Sun stretching shadows as he sets"
"Ihaya oamah nahasda
It All Blows Away
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Commentary: The New Ancient Wisdom ( a gift)