Path Of Power

And now the tip
 Tip of the arrow, eye of the bull painted red
 True flight into marrow, philosophy left for dead
 Talons of the truth cut deep, tearing all away
 Like a feather at the mercy of the wind
 Like a seed planted shallow in haste
 The eagle flies into the eyes of your storm
 Path of power, shaman disguise
 No possession to cloud the eyes
 Swirling winds & blinding dust
 Have led you from the safety of the trail
 Coyote calls in the wilderness, his mocking tucks your tail
 The weakened beast is dying, fallen under vulture's gaze
 Like the mightiest of man-made mountains
 Eternally at the mercy of mother's waves
 The eagle flies into the eyes of your storm
 Within a sacred circle lies meaning
 Strength untapped & unrevealed
 Source of light amid the darkness
 Borne of the Medicine Wheel
 Path of power, shaman disguise
 No possession to cloud the eyes