Another One For Jim Morrison

Sourdough Jackson

Where did he go, that vision-mad soul?
What did he see on his quest?
Who did he meet at the end of his night?
Why did he fail the test?

The shaman is old, a new must be found,
Take the young ones to a height.
Those who would be a shaman must jump.
The one who survives will be right.

He jumped-the serpent-strength filled his soul.
He jumped-the new lizard king.
He jumped-to the Lady he feared would be there.
He jumped-but rose not to take wing.

And I would now follow that worthy's descent,
I would dare Medicine's dive.
For I love the path he blazed for us all,
But I, unlike him, shall survive.

I jump-the snakes I feared buoy my soul.
I jump-my spirit now sings.
I jump-to the Lady I know will be there.
I jump-can it be I've grown wings?