"The Sacred Journey of the Ancient Winds."

I see you out there, from sixty miles away
Looming all ominously, beautifully

Like an observant Deity in your omnipotent
and omniscient majesty

Mount Hood; 13 thousand feet of history
etched in granite stone...
A history rich in wonderful awe-inspiring
stories...

I am ecstatic that mine can be added to thee

I know that upon your roads and trails dirt-
bikes I rode and mudding in trucks, did I

Parties all night with friends and many other
things left unsaid

But your overwhelming persuasion left an
indelible mark in my soul that would never be...

Undone

I remember many a night when on your earthen
floor I'd lay my head to sleep; lulled into
dreams by the intoxicating incense of your
Ponderosa Pines: towering sentries from
centuries in time who also give me covering
as I gaze at the stars

The aura here is unpolluted by man

As I sleep I feel my spirit taken by the hand
and carried away by the Ancients that once
inhabited this Sacred land...
They guide me respectfully out of this mortal
body and its oppressive elements into a much
more liberating plane, somewhere far away

The purpose of this transcendental journey, is
to teach me a thing of a time to come, they say

Ancient Honorable ones who cherished the,
"Mother Earth," and, "Great Spirit," of the sky
whispered wisdom in my ear for a time to come,
by and by

Men whom as incense honored or became a dishonor
to the Gods and by them, calamities, wrought

The Crow and the Eagle fly together but, one
precedes the other
The dying away of plague comes before Liberty

A dying-away of the cancerous, before the rebirth

Consider the conflagration that burns away the
disease of the trees of the earth, (in todays
society we send out fire-fighters and try to put
out the forest fire and do it much hurt)...

To the unwise, destruction...

But to those of a deeper understanding; a purging
that regenerates and brings about new birth

This said the Winds as Wisdom they did endow

Paiute, Coos, Coquille, Grand Ronde, Siletz and
Umatilla all once inhabited, cherished and
Honored this land: and the day of them is coming
back again