I don't know what happens or how you find the cave
I only know the story as it was told to me
a week of fasting and prayer to the old ones
refreshing yourself
in the mountain stream
collecting fragments of bone and feather
twig and twine
binding and loosing
sleeping and resting
letting the body succumb to the needs of the soul
quietude and simples
plucked from the wanderings of the night soul
I see the re born souls of those who passed
and hear then gather at the water's edge
in the foothills of my imagination
