Good Morning le mita cola,

What a great story, DawnEagle! I was so surprised to learn that the arrows do, in fact, exist. Thank you for sharing.

I would like to add a little something here today. It's a poem that I recently came across and enjoyed. It is written by Rex A. Begaye who is a wonderful Native American artist.

WITH MY EYES CLOSE

An afternoon on a late summer's day,
High above the trees,
I can see a distant away.
Silently listening to whispering breeze.
Watching varied colors vanishing into the sunset.
Feeling the sensation of thoughts,
Nevertheless, on a dream that is predetermined.
Prior to,
Undeveloped adventures accrues,
Challenged with fascination of what is unperceived.
Irresistible powers have forcefully invaded,
Achieving to accomplish life in its realism.
Slowly, I have chosen to close my eyes
And emphasized what was moral and immoral.
Enthusiastically with desire, I was awakened.
A thrusting vision,
Tunneling through my mind.
Dysfunctional, impaired of time,
Was interfered in a split second.
I was deceived of a mysterious enchantment.
Focusing to proceed without being irrational,
I have motivated and reflected myself.
Idealizing to illustrate the predetermined dream
Where I have journeyed beyond,
As though I had premeditated what has been forbidden.
Intemperance of life,
Overpowered achiever, a philosopher, an elder,
Who puts out his arms, opens his hands.
Drops of rain accumulated
With emphatic sound of thundering.
Bright flashing of lighting in an instant.
Again! I was awakened.
There I was looking down from above.
The night had set in shimmering lights from below,
From the city, streets and moving cars.
What was real, what was not real.
Close your eyes.
It is your choice of a predetermined dream.

Until another time, I leave you with,
wakan tanan kici un,
Hugs,
kimi kaya