feel feel feel, feel feel feel again
feel feel feel, endure hardship as discipline
feel the sun beat on your neck
so another has some shade
feel the burning in your legs
so another has a seat
in time your skin may come to crave
collision with the elements
perhaps combat your ghostly hue imbued
anew with earth pigments
now free sleeping in debris hut
you'll repent that thin world you once blogged
awakened senses they cut the veil to
texture enter where you've longed

your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life
your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life
Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life
Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life

speak with the animals and
they will teach you
let the birds of the air inform you
who among these does know
without the body there's no soul?

feel feel feel, feel the thistle and the thorn
feel feel feel, Spirit enters where they've torn
felt it approach. sought Job, "oh,"
he said "sit under red Grandmother Oak."
she spoke "you'll often meet crossroads.
engage these conflicts in your soul
but burn them 'get well soon' cards!
spurn all the, easy hopes from your heart
just let them biting briars grow
see! my kids rise where you don't mow
and they'll feed you as you get old:
acorn-manna falls, behold!
though you go alone
take courage against cold conformists
like brother sycamore, shed your layers for to feel
how will you ever know what is real
unless you truly sense."

your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life
your blood and breath and bones and flesh and life
Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life
Spirit and Earth and water and fire is life

speak with the earth
she will teach you
let the fish of the sea inform you
who among these does know
without the body there's no soul?

run run run, circulate your breath and blood
run run run like me, sings wind,
before your time is done my friend
run like the white tailed deer my son
o daughter like coyote
darting 'cross the prairies, hear them old ones sing
they sees signs of a new ice age approaching

there will come a day of need when you must move like breeze on feet without a car
weaving through the weeds or deep snow very far
through our ruins past what we called yards

you may have to fetch the healing herb from yonder mountain side
or deliver message far off camp must hear that they survive
scout a route into north country find where the enemy hides

and the training now is tough but brave ones what if you give up?
and the training now is tough but brave ones what if you give up
on your blood and your breath and your bones and your flesh and your life?
O your blood and your breath and you bones and your flesh and your life?
There will come a day of rest but right now we are alive!
What will happen to your tribe?

What will happen to your tribe, if you don't know your gift to bring?
Even a log for the fire, it would help you people sing,
through this dark and arctic time,
What will happen to your life if you have no tribe to dance with?
only cold and lonely nights.
That's a question you must ask.
What will happen to your life if you don't know your skill to serve?
What will happen to our lives if we don't grow and we don't learn?
Lord have mercy, may we learn.