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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
