Ghostdancing feet are pressing
sacred circles in the earth

Black Coyote refusing to give up his rifle,
I am pushing against
this plain of existance,
longing for that place
where the human and natural worlds
collide,overlap,mysticly mesh.
An imprisioned soul awaiting reprieve,
yet not allowed paroll
from the sins of the flesh.

Ghostdancing feet are pressing
sacred circles in the earth

Yellow Bird throwing dirt into the air,
I am averting my eyes
from the irredescent light
of television night.
Deer tails are flashing white
through autum leaves,
Bears are digging at the herbs
the spirit needs,
Hawks are turning effortlessly
on silent wings.

Ghostdancing feet are pressing
sacred circles in the earth

Big Foot captured in black and white
frozen forever in death,
Give me a ghost shirt
the world is rolling up against itself,
Buffalo hooves are stamping the earth,
trees are singing sacred songs
to the wind,
Thunder dreamers are calling
a new life to begin.

Ghostdancing feet are pressing
sacred circles in the earth