"Sweatlodge The dark, the dark calls in the new. I surrender in the deep of the womb. My fingers sliding through te cold mud. My heartbeat honnoring the warm banket of the air. Nurtured safe and seedlike small I feel. Looking at the warm red/orange glow of the fire outside bringing the stones in. Welcome more warmth, welcome more surrender. I bow to they, I bow to they. Softly singing, pleasure, pain, sounds in my roaring deep belly with hidden wounds from myself, the collective and older lifes. The melt in the honey pot of oceanic energies flowing in the river, setting free! The birds, they know. The wind, it sings. The Great Spirit whispers to they. Listen to the silence, trust in your soft tears, nature will carry you. Let nature nurture you".