a few relatives
have a way of truthspeak
to let the poison out
and set us free
lost track if it is their wound or mine
or if it really makes any difference
since everyone has it in one form or another
cuz we're all made from Her
and all life has memory
guessing depends
on wot One does
on wot One does
with this
When Then is Now and Now is Riding Home
grandson gathered
1961's mixed blood babies
within the secret lodge
gramma poured water
with the way she knew
how to heal
do you know? do you know?
being born
with ancestral memories
remembering
within families dieing to forget
do you feel? do you feel?
no apologies
for running down genetic memory
of blood soaked earth's grief
cuz it's our own way of healing
and resilience of re-membering
and resilience of re-membering
do you see? do you see?
outside imaginary boarders
grateful some are still together
cuz our ghost
is on the outside looking in
do you see? do you see?
inside looking out
of eggs that got shattered
see shells scattered
in colonial horrorcanes
do you see, do you feel ?
hydroplaning on skin
or within the deep and vast
dispelling the castes
of shadows lies
do you know, do you know ?
being the living life ways
our ancestors gave
weaving resilience beauty ways
come riding
on prayer waves tapestries
thundering love
calling us home
will you come, will you come?
mother earth's calling
us home
ride and spark with me
within the heart of storm's calm
Spirit Tree
setting us free
dancing us home
dancing us home
Image:
Detail of Woody Crumbo’s oil on canvas mural for the Fort Sill Indian School, in “Crumbo Spirit Talk” at the Oklahoma History Center
No comments:
Post a Comment