The Commission Given to “Flying Horse”

By The Mystic Medicine Chief “Silver Bear”

When you walk in darkness

It is no use carrying a lantern

Whose light cannot be seen.

For, then, every step you take

Will be a hesitation into the unknown

Where any tiny pebble on the Path

May cause you to trip or stumble,

Or the slightest impediment,

A cause for you to give up

And abandon the journey

To try, perhaps, another path.

So make a lantern,

Lit from the Red Indian fire

And whose light shines clear

For the way you’ve come

To be see and marked,

And the way ahead to hold no fear

For others who come after you

To walk with an assurance,

Seeing by light from a torch you have left.

For those who walk this Path

Should not be left to grope in the dark

When light can make them aware

That the Path is beautiful

And the steps they take

Can be a coreography of beauty, too.

Where all who will may Dance in Beauty

Around their own hearth fire

What they need to light the Way

Is a lantern that is bright.

So make one,

Lit from the torch you have been given.

The eight-rayed Torch.

The Flame Within

That illuminates the Eight Directions.

Make one

Be a Sun, Grandfather