San Jacinto Live

Thank you very Much. Thick cloud, steam rising. Hissing stone on sweat lodge fire. Around me buffalo. Sage and bundle, rubbed on skin. Outside, cold air. Stand and wait for rising sun. Red paint, eagle feathers. Coyote calling, it has begun. Something moving. A tasting in my mouth and in my heart. It feels like dying. Slow. Letting go of Life. Medicine man lead me up through Town. Indian ground so far down. Cut-up land, each house a pool. Kids wearing water wings, drinking Kool. Follow dry riverbed. Watch Scouts and Guides make powwow signs. Past Geronimo's disco. Sentinel Steak House, white men dream. A rattle in the old man's sack saying, "Look at mountain top, keep climbing up." Way above us the desert snow. White wind blows. I hold the light. The line of strength that pulls me through the Fear. Cynicento. I hold the light. Cynicento. Poison bite of darkness dim my sight. I hold the light. And the tears roll down my swollen cheek. Think I'm losing it, Getting weaker. I hold the light. I hold the light. Cynicento. Devil- We will walk on the Land. We will drink From the stream. We will breathe From the air. Hold the line. Hold the line. Hold the line. Hold the line. Hold the line. Hold the line. Thank you.