| I move along the columns of age along the streams of inspiration along the fair land of knowledge the bright country of the sun along the hidden land which by day the moon inhabits along the first beginnings of life | |
| I move along in the darkness Looking up at the moonlight Using every sense I have Hearing smelling touching tasting Breathing in the sweet smell of my destiny | |
| I am amazed at the meaning of these columns tall and strong against the elements measuring the depth, the height of man strong, as if a pillar of understanding, of emotions felt and yet to be felt their beauty, beyond explaination as the substance of their being springs forth | |
| I move along the columns of totem poles that the Native American did make as I walk the path that my forefathers took, on mother earth I know my past and see my future through the passing of many seasons |

