8-1-97 fist pipe ceremony. (and last)
Who is it that walks the sacred smoke from this Eagle Pipe?
Like Eagle met in vision, my voice cries out, "Brother, brother!"

This sacred smoke opens me, so you can walk in.
My breath comes in from the furtherest stars and out, within the Earth.
My tears like ancient rivers flow unhindered down this face.
This being full of memories, i didnt know it held.

We have not touched for many years and i realize white brother,
I have missed you dearly.
Please.....please dont go, dont walk the white smoke stairway,
that rises so far away from me!
Stay, stay and let me feel you more, for truly its been so long.
Your touch i balm to this weary soul, so far away from home,
....and you are from there arnt you?
Oh sacred love, please stay awhile and let me feel.
For i have fallen into forgetfulness, of how it truly is!
Dont unwrap this shawl of memory, and leave me cold and bare.
Stay awhile, please stay awhile..........

I now know why you are here, Sacred White Smoke Brother.
Your light makes rainbows in the heart, and unity to flow.
Know its not your time yet, and i feel such sadness flow within.
Oh dearest Brother, how much can one heart miss you?

You wish that i, walk the smoke with you, never to return!
There is much that has to die, to walk this white smoke stair!
Hold me spirit brother....
.............for i am feeling fear!
it is only in the light of home, i see why this must be.
Sacred White Smoke Brother..................i am ready...........
....................it is time................it is time.