And in this
You have named me enemy
But none know you
Foreign in your own lands

The Lighting saw you
Wandering soul

You sift through these days
Each sun rises pale or glaring
Merges into each other

Tala tala
The wolf dog
Obsidian mirror                        back to back
The twin vision

sees, roams
and is there now

Between the villages
Accompanying you

A mirror, self
The sacred bundle
Your simple passage

The end of the road leads
To your quite door

Black horsetail
Crystals from the ant heap
Rue, pine seed

Shake my stone in the quite breeze
You have named me                             enemy of the camp

And this is Thunder that has spoken