Ancestral Archives

Out here on the Mestizo Reservation

sandwiched between the Original Village

Blue lake waters

nourishing aquifer 

Thunder Being Dances, 

and the ultimate 

corporate death dust mind bombs

of what money can buy

Both accessible to money, and the big 

boy toys...

Out here on the Mestizo Reservation

You might never hear a sound

or ever be found

Voices of our Ancestors, made

of water, fire, and stone

life's fabric laid over bone

whispering songs of time space 

known 

only to those who 

know the path to travel home

Out here on the Mestizo Reservation

there is a womb, an umbilical tunnel

guardians are her lips 

between north and south

of the Eagle Condor - 

half sides married, 

above and below

the sand worlds painted

for any who choose to know

from whence we came and where we go

Home

~ BearSense 2012