We, The indigenous First people

We burn our smudge
and its embers purify us all
We play upon our sacred
flutes
the music that does call
We stand here on this ancient land
Our drums we softly pound
We manifest the great enlightenment
that is around

We recognize the obvious
The phenomenal display
What is perceived as radical
We feel it pass away
Reflective concentration
Our eyes and minds perceive
The greatness of the
Wilderness
Where alone we can achieve

The vastness of the Universe
The brilliance of the Light
The wonders of the planet
The gift some have of Flight
The love we feel for others
That bond that is within
The colours of the rainbow world
And the evil that is sin

Our breath creates the moment
The smudge creates the world
We indigenous live side by side
With others who once hurled
Their thoughts into our consciousness
Who have lost the ancient ways
Who know little of our culture
And the power to so amaze

We are the first people
Our cultures set in stone
Our ancestors still live on this land
Where the mountain winds have thrown
Great boulders and great crevices
Across this land today
In the smudge smoke I can hear the words
Of my father far away