wondering about the indians. about the smoke. smoking. who would think to
inhale it. white man didnt. until the indians.
so i make a story. sitting by the fire. the smoke is spiritual. carrying
the prayers to the spirit. it is the spirit. the spirit of the fire. the
spirit of life. and now. understanding. how some indian long ago wanted to
feel that spirit inside of him. so he made a pipe. and packed it with
leaves. and set it on fire. and the spirit was inside of him. he could feel
it. it made him more alert. seeing things clearer. he could feel the spirit
inside him.
and now i sit. feeling that spirit. because you only feel it if you know the
smoke is the spirit. and then smoking is no longer smoking. it is magic. and
i can feel the magic. inside me. around me. as it disappears into the
air.