I cannot be born
On solid ground,
Only where everything flows.
To enter my dawn
You must be unbound
From how the fixed world goes.
Leave behind
your maps and losses
Let dreams be all your law.
Trust the wind
When the ocean tosses
Burn your boats on the farther shore.
Make new songs
And your floating island
Will be rooted beneath the waves.
Drink my sun
And you dance on the high land
Your heart, remembering, craves.
- Robert Moss from Dreamways of the Iroquois: Honoring the Secret Wishes of the Soul