Once there was a man, who wandered through the forest deep and over the extensive wilderness.
One blustery brightened day, he gazed at a small creek draining from the North onto the warmed Southern gentleness of stillness. Then through him as the ripple of the creek sang a slow melody to him VISION appeared from the stillness of the water side.
All senses glimpsing within a spirit's eyes, he could see a shadow that no other could see.
A young vibrant girl, morning delight, full of ambition, trapped in a vision of the past, and crept slowly into the future of the wandering eyes.
Nothing more than a flash rushed through his mind.
This, a woman gently holding a baby to her bosom, a vision
of the shadow and holding a medicine bag, touching mother ever so gently, that tears of delight, as the creek rippled down his cheeks and vanished back to mother.
A rush of AIR from the east breath took its toll.
No one could understand, nor the bond that bonded with the rolling hills.
Until nightfall his energy started to emerge, while his sickness slowly faded away.
VJM composed Feb.2004
Pikto'l Sa'ke'j Muise..
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