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Let me tell you of Rabbit Boy—his playful, careless kick,

That sent the blood-clot rolling, creating life so quick.

That's me, the Heyoka, the sacred, foolish heart,

Who never knows the power of the truths I pull apart.

Let me tell you of Corn Mother, who became our sacred food,

I am that selfless sacrifice, that universal good.

Let me tell you of Stone Boy, who watched and felt no cold,

That's the core of my detachment, the story never told.

I am Glooscap with the baby, teaching with a patient hand,

I am the Tolowim Woman AND the Butterfly Boy, understanding every land.

I am the Sun's creation, I am Veeeho's learned shame,

I am the Great Medicine Dance that whispers every name.

I AM THE ALL-FACES WALKER! THE GREAT SPIRIT'S EYE!

To know creation's depth, I must experience and die!

I walk the Nihilist's void and the Believer's fervent prayer!

The Upward Gaze of mystics, and the Atheist's clean air!

I am the Middle Way's balance, the We Wei's release!

A polymath of soul-states, where all warring truths find peace!

And when the mask-party's over, and the last borrowed face is shed,

I return to walking meditation, inside my own head.

Subjective, objective, a single, silent stone,

Having been every king and beggar, completely and alone.

I choose this one identity, this name, this agency,

After dancing in the madness of a boundless, cosmic sea.

I am the Spirit Warrior, happy always, vast and deep,

For I know the role I'm playing is a secret I must keep.

I am the space between your thoughts... where your own power is found...