Pure of Heart

Wise Grandfather Shaman, I am pure of Heart, I bathe beneath the Moon, and dry beneath the Sun, I listen to the Wind, I run with the Deer, I hunt with the Wolves, I fish with the Eagles and Hawks, I ride with the Wild Paints, And roam with the Buffalo, I grow with Grandmother Tree, Ever learning from her Wisdom, I am skilled in Warrior Ways, A strong Hunter, A compassionate Listener, A patient Tracker, I have gathered with the other women, Contributing to our tribes growth and strength, I leave no tracks of moccasins in the soft clay, My heart is pure, And I wish to continue my journy, Wise Grandfather Shaman, Allow me to enter your lodge, I will smoke from the sacred pipe, My heart is pure.