Portals

Native Earth, flute, guitars, bass, drums, and percussion. A connection to the other side. A bridge, you can cross, only if you promise not to look down. Music echoing across the land. Coaxing pitch, dragging stars, rhythm of angels, songs of the moon. What is the key of the waters, the night creatures, the spin of the Earth? What do the birds sing? Questions we ask but this we know. The portals that we cross are the ones that are lite with the creator's light. I will hold what you give us in the highest honour; this is the meaning of thank you. Miigwech, Mino gizighad.