The ancestor

With the amber jewellery and the wise gaze

She looks through the worlds and finds the one-eyed there

Giving advice uncovering intrigues providing relief

The ancestor I am

The oracle

Sleeping on the hot rocks

Above the loud metropolis

Quieter with dusk

The noise subsides

And with the evening winds

The procession ascends

And the oracle speaks

The oracle I am

The seer

In the ice cold cave she became one

With the rocks with the mushroom with the spider

The vision as wide as the night sky

Arms wide open like wings

Shrieking

Hunting with the wolf

No friend no enemy neutral

The seer I am

The ancient in the now

The forefathers present

Hand in hand into tomorrow