I'm in the process of inking another seeker
poem. Hopefully I can get it done soon.
I guess I'd already posted this but well it's
worth a reread I think.

The Seeker

A seekers vision
reveals blue sky like velvet
His dream ally, his spotted dog
leads the seeker to the cave of ancients

An elders circle, the ancients share a pipe
The smoke inhaled, exhaled in deep thought
Their minds now at peace, speak to the seeker
Call together the people to hear our voices

The spirits whisper high above the earth
The eagles soar above the mountain peaks

The buckskin is decorated with past deeds
We take the reins to ride the painted ones
Our minds foresee the hunt for the noble beasts
We eat and are wrapped now in buffalo robes

Clouds float high above us to paint
Pictures on rocky walls to tell the tales
of long ago when we ruled this earth
and lived in unison with its spirit

Spotted dog stretches and then barks
The moon arises to light the way home

Vision seeker returns to speak
with much to say
The people gather listening to the wind
Mother has spoken through the elders

He tells of his sight of the great snow
and the cold brutal nights
He discovered fire to survive
He cooks his bison and chews for life

The elders saw and were glad
The people would rise again

The Great Spirit would watch over us
In the heavens the spirits wait
The light is eternal, its fire bright
No living man can look into it

The elders taught the many truths
that the light should guide us

Seekers vision was one of renewal
The Mother earth shall be revived
The people will walk free upon her
and be pure once more

©Dale Clark