I am not half-asleep.
By a fallen Oak there's a voice that I hear.
I've heard the master of that voice.
I spoke with him.
He answers all my questions.

Everything that is, is awake.

Little gray pup.
Little hollow face.
Dances in an ancient place.
He calls his spirits dances.
Sings his shaman songs.

Everything that is, is awake.


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Chakros, in the year 113 MA.