Gather The Tribe. 1996
This soul contains a message from the past,
The time is approaching, to deliver at last.
From the brink of extinction, the Natives have come,
The pain and the suffering, the lesson is done.

Release the anger, for deeds long gone,
There was a reason, spirits never wrong.
You may have been the one, to hold the gun,
And in this life, experience what was done.
Who knows what expression, we once held,
The last time we walked, within the World?

Its this life, our spirits need to express,
The reason for being, in physical dress.
There are white Native souls, around the Earth,
Fully awakened, and more to birth.

All Native people, "Please" open your eyes,
We're your Grandfathers and mothers,
In new physical guise.
Its time to gather, the tribes once again,
Not Apache, Shoshone, but the tribe of man!
Then like our children, in the old days,]
Teach and nurture, their spiritual ways.
You know these ones, by their nature souls,
You'll join together, in your Earthly roles.
When the tribe of man, unites as one,
The healing of Earth and humanity,
will have begun.