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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your voice
My soul
Your soul
And our Coming of Age

I have always known you...
I have heard your 
Quiet whispers echoing in
The night coming close to me

I call to you ...
Let me be a part of your breath
I have always known your wounds and sorrow
I see the light and magic in your eyes...
The pain you carry so eloquently

I see your reflection in the clouds above
Carrying your soul wound on your sleeve
I see the deep crevasses and lines
In your grandmother’s hands
I hear the secrets beneath the earth of 
Your grandfather’s footsteps

I see your reflection in the twilight 
Of the evening... against pink watermelon hills
Your voice beckoning me onward closer to you

I see you in the moon and stars
Your buckskin dress adorned with 
Ceremonial beads
Abalone shell against your forehead
The dirt beneath your moccasins
Grateful for the kiss of your dancing feet

I hear the echo in the distance of songs 
The Elders sang...
During their passage here

You are born into a woman 
Before my eyes and heart
Before your tribe
Before nature
A wise new feline 
A mystical power with endless allure
A force that lifts and unites us all
As one
Your rays blessing us and leaving 
A welcome imprint on our hearts

My Ancient sister
I drink in your wisdom and grace
I fly on your wings
You have shown me your world

Watching you dance
Becoming you for moments in time
Your silhouette etched by
The wild flames behind you 
A glow radiating into
The night sky

The stories of your Ancestors
Filling the air with
Words and lessons and song
Notes sung into clenched fists
With bloodstained hands
The children and animals
Sensing all that was
And all that will ever be...

The call of a distant bird
The thumping of your cane on 
The hungry earth 
Keeping time with 
The movements of your body

You will look back on this 
Day as you walk with the 
Same cane down the path of 
Old Age...
Your wisdom
Cupping your heart gently

Ancient Sister of mine
I am in gratitude for 
Your strength and courage
The kiss of your words and
The teardrops of your loss



Susan Lawrence
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Susan Lawrence
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