Giigwishimowin

The cold gray grasp of winter

Had passed like melted snow

Reflections of silvery frost

And the pale pulsating aura of stars

Still haunting me on this equinox

Yet as these days grow longer

I feel such yearning, a calling

That draws a man into the forest

As spring thaws this land of my ancestors

There I fast, lying quietly down

Thirsty, without water, beneath a tree

Everything is a revelation, a sign, a symbol

As each hawk passes, each coyote cries

My senses seem to flourish and blossom

With all that is lacking, in this state of deprivation

I am finally nourished, I can only grow

Transcending these April skies

These magnificent dreams and visions

Feed me like a newborn baby

Guiding me on the right path

On the future road I must take

In this most blessed Giigwishimowin