Messengers from the gods,
the clouds whisper their song.
And with its singing
a vision is born.

It is this vision I would share with you,
for it is one of everlasting beauty.

See my vision and hear my song.
Dance to its music,
that your spirit may share it also.

Returning now to my world,
I see them only as colors
dancing in my dreams.
Yet they are as real
As the Dream of Being
that I am now.

Thunder Who Speaks From the Mountain, I am.
Sun Bear, I am.
Turtle Who Cries in the Night, I am.

Three voices speak from my sacred mountain.
I am heard.
Thunder voice speaks, I shudder.
Sun voice speaks, I burn.
Turtle voice speaks, I cry.

All three of my voices speak.
I am thunder, fire and water,
mixed at the foot of my sacred
mountain.

My voices speak,
rising up like eagle wings.
My voices speak,
wrapping life in soft dreams.