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Lizard Dream

Grandfather, I wish I knew all that you know at the age that I am now. Think what I could do with my youth and your knowledge.

The old man was quiet for awhile to show the young man that he was taking what he said seriously. His eyes twinkled with humor and mischief and the arroyos and canyons of his face rearranged into a smile. The silence was a courtesy; he already knew what he would say:

My friend, if you knew all that I know you would not be young.

The old story-teller puffed on his pipe sending a plume of smoke skyward and the young man knew that he would say no more about this. The young man watched a lizard dart from shade to scarce shade hunting for insects taking refuge there. There was one more question he must ask:

Grandfather, when will I become wise?

Again the elder listened attentively, drawing the pipe and looking into the distance. Perhaps he remembered another young warrior who had asked the same questions.

This is what is in my heart to say to you: you will become wise when you have passed completely 'round the sacred hoop and become a child again. It is knowledge that makes us old. It is wisdom that makes us young again.

The young man nodded. He had what he had come for...

High overhead an eagle soared from east to west.

Isnala Mani

06/18/01

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