“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