For the bear to have her pups the winter must come
and in the spring they emerge to give birth to our dreams.
It is the image of the falling leaves.
So the journey begins.
And one day you may kill your dignity and
the very next play with your children in the sun.
There are many who follow that path.
There are few who are one.
Now, my son, tomorrow I will show you why you have come,
but I cannot answer until the question has been asked.
as told by Lee Begay from Crow Rock, Arizona Desert and recorded here in the Son of Xanos
Reference image: the pubs