We Rise

Long ago when the Buffalo first began their endless journey North to South East to West We shared a heart and we were One Spirit. Together we lead the people as great warriors, healers and keepers of the stories. We made out shirts and we danced the dance of the ghosts. We could not stop their bullets, but this did not matter to us. It only released us from our shadow bodies. It only sent us onto a Higher Plain. We laughed as we sang our death songs. One by one the Buffalo are returning. Each spring they calve and bring us back with them. Over and over we slowly return. Over and over we fly higher in the Blue. Each time we fly we come closer to the real world. We have been faithful to the vision and one by one We rise.