Music

The Dream Flight Into Yesterday Begins A distant spirit voice shatters the sleepy silence, sending echoes through the hazy night. A bird soars just above the trees searching, as the last bits of light fade to gray. Shadowing clouds glide by on a deep purple sky. A small fire crackles as a woman opens her eyes. Far off another lonely voice calls. Steam from her breath lifts and glides away. The cool Blue Mountain brook continues to flow over rocks to the river. And the stars look on in compassion. Another day is slipping into yesterday. And a new generation has arrived on Mother Earth. Growing Stronger Beyond the horizon, a distant cry shatters the deep cold silence. Thunder rumbles and lightning flashes through the sapphire night. A spirit soars high above the tallest trees in exploration. The last specks of daylight disappear on the western horizon. Billows of clouds whirl across a   darkening cobalt sky. A powerful wind lashes past. A blazing fire sizzles. A woman quickly opens her eyes to see the eyes of the bear. Far—far away another lonely voice calls out. White steamy breath pours out from her mouth. The azure mountain brook continues to charge over slippery rocks on its way to the river. A panting doe stops to drink. And the bright yellow moon stares down, surrounded by shimmering morning stars. Another day has slipped into yesterday. A white dove coos. A new generation is born, as much a part of the Earth as the small creatures and insects, as the landscapes and water, as the plants and birds, as the buffalo, wolf, and bear, as of all life.