I am a man of Mibu
where mountains and traditions are steep,
as such I hold to be true
what I see when I’m asleep.
Leaving the world of consciousness
consciousness of the world does not suspend
I hold firm any semblance –
for truth is truth, whether real or imagined.
My spirit in the midst of night
travels far with open eyes
and sees in the dark as if in light;
gives me meaning, tells no lies.
Ask me of my ancestors
names forgotten, it would seem.
Yet I need not look any farther
than answers revealed in my dreams.
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray unto this effigy;
reveal to me the secrets deep
of wealth, success, prosperity.
Note: Mangape (pictured) passed away two weeks ago.