THE VISION
Two black snakes wrapped and coiled around a long, black staff, turning, twisting then unraveling to extend high onto the arch of an eagle's back.
A bold warrior emerged from the flaps of a tee pee which resembled a patched quilt made from a leather hide.
He stood stern as delineated lines cracked deep into the grooves of his bronzed face. A single long feather was firmly placed into the thick of his braid, wedged between a thin cloth strip wrapped tightly around the crown of his head.
The warrior turned facing north. His eyes glared over into the distance, searching as if in an attempt to reach beyond and into far lands.
His mind became clear like glass as animated visions filled the spaces. Images of a young, wild colt galloping fast with hooves digging deep into the dark, red earth. Strides stretching long for winds to push against a tress of mane which fell loosely onto the back of his neck.
Suddenly, he came to an abrupt Holt. His flank buckled and folded as if being bridled by the strand of a sombrero's strap. Then as if about to take flight, he rolled forward, turning over to transform into a large figure of a great white eagle.
Wings extended broad from side to side, expanding wide to stretch across the sky. Downward strokes from his strong, muscular body pumped air propelling him further to rise high into the clouds - drifting along, above and over the tops of mountains.
Eyes turned sharp into the sun then returned as he soared gracefully forward. There he entered a field filled with flowers - lilies and lilacs and the smell of wild roses. In the corner a waterfall overflowed as the sound of Chrystal like bells bounced off rocks into harmonic notes that resounded into an echo...words forming wide...""Ea Nigada Qusdi Idadadvhni"....."All my relations in creation"...."Donadagohvi"....."Let us see each other again." ....."Ho! Mitakuye Oyasin"....."We are all related." ...
the Warrior smiled and then he knew...Anon Peace and happiness was available in every moment... in every step. If the Creator put it there, it was in the right place. The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.
He paused awhile then after a moment of silence he smiled saying " wado, wado"..."Thank you, thank you"
The lids of his weary eyes shut tight to sink into his face. At last he was at peace and rested as he knew he was not alone. Then with a released sigh so ended the journey of his quest....

* Vision quest based on the ancient spiritual practice of going onto the land. The quest itself is usually a journey alone into the wilderness seeking personal growth and spiritual guidance from the spirit. This Narrative was framed from an ancient Native American teaching.