Yellow Prairie Flower
Familiar songs weaving their way
throughout our lineage -
reminding, healing, and holding
us together.
Singing us stories of survival - saying out loud in the
face of Pure Evil;
”We see you and know your horrors,
but
WE’RE. STILL. HERE”.
Like the sound of my brother
who traveled all the way from Spirit’s world
in his Grandmother’s old canoe
just to put his arm around me
when I was in need.
These songs are the unbreakable ones.
They have made my suffering
into a bow string,
and my body into
a straight and deadly arrow.
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Live Oak
She came to us on a lazy Mother’s Day afternoon,
Carrying the story of our family between her brow.
The passages of the births and deaths of our Ancestors
Etched in lines on her hands and face.
Ylang Ylang
…Stormy nights I woke
to the scent of you visiting me yet again,
Meet me there - our place - on the illuminated
plateaus
where creation and humanity meet.
