October 11, 2022


Between every blade of Sweetgrass

there is the whisper

of those who inhabited this land before.


Earth remembering

the ones who left their offerings,

and loved Nature as their own

flesh and blood.


Beneath every stone

there lives the story

of how we came to be here, 

and why.


Ancestors teaching

those who now have human bodies,

and have come here to try their hand

at untying the knot.





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