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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Detura
All along your way,
wherever loose ends, broken strings, or slipknots were left unattended
Cotton, Nettle, and Heather have been spun
to repair your DNA tapestry.
Quilt of loving refuge.
Wrapping all this familial greif
in tears of laughter and homecookin'.
Every dusty corner of your family home
is completely cleansed and fully doused
in floral Water of Achiote
preparerd through generations of celebrations, and survival.
Live Oak
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.
