The ancient winds pulled at his soul,

He felt them… the ancestors… stirring him.

He looked to the stars

Are you there, my people?

Do you feel me?

Hear me?

See?

Or are you only on the wind, whispering to see if I hear?

He yelled into the night,  “I do!!!”

“I do hear!!!”

The wind swirled around him.

He closed his eyes and was lifted, lifted from himself

into them.

When day break came he opened his eyes.

An eagle called in the distance,

a waterfall cascaded and thundered upon rocks below,

He stood and waited.

He didn’t know what for.

But he waited.

Then it arose inside him.

Something that had not been there before.

A song or a cry, A feeling and a knowing

A settled quiet and a troubled stirring.

All of it.

He shook at the awesomeness of it all.

Where had they taken him?  He may never know,

but the ancient ones came.

They came and they showed him things he could not know.

And now he would carry with him the treasure,

The stirring of the ancient winds.