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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Lupen
They showed me your true face,
and against all odds delivered me
to this
safe
healing
place.
Where I starve you, purge you
like the Soul parasite that you are,
and liberate you forever—> send you up to the stars.
And thank you for the battle,
my unworthy opponent,
for all that you’ve shown me
right up to this moment.
Yellow Corn Pollen
Our deseos will always
be with you,
praying for you
con cada respiro....
trusting that it worked when we
put our prayers in fire ashes,
and the ashes in your umligo.
Aya Huasca
Always remeber, MiHija
to not only feed,
but to truly nourish,
your Benevolent Ancestors
with the impeccable fulfillment
of your Soul's purpose.
