Yapanaho
Yapanaho was this Indians name
He lived his life on another plane
To the spirit life he was called
When he was young and not so tall
In natures view, he had many visions
They were visions of the heart
He spent his time observing Dragon Flies
Dragon Flies on a little swamp
Dragon Fly touching water
Ripples it does make
When it touches down
The water it does wake
Then it displays things
That only wise men know
Wise men like Yapanaho
In the water where it touches
No edges are concealed
Floating, flying, turning round
Life has secretly revealed
Dragon Fly goes beyond the door
It has more than pain and fear
It has this very magic place
Like reflections in a mirror
Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell
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