I feel an approach, in my mind, overtaking my dreams
May it be that everything is exactly as it seems
Like the Thunder that aims and soars through the skies
The Grandmothers whisper and it just feels right
Certainty crumbles every wicked doubt within
These thoughts of misjudgment will never win
Creation has placed me and I will learn to accept
All that has been lived and what to live yet
Mountains of grey so quiet and bold
Listen to my secrets that I have never told
Shadows of valleys and caves unfound
Hear my roar and untie what is bound
The mist that lingers and lifts off the tree tops
Take what resides in all tainted that is lost
E’re a gentle breeze that comforts every tiny breath
And there is a slight of knowing in every single step
Nya:weha to the gifts that are given so freely
I feel an approach, a goodness that steals me
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