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your eyes, black diamonds as dark and potent as your soul
your skin, the color of your sandstone mesas
your hair, a sacred silky, shiny, black mane
stranded with blue lapis, white shell, and red corral
Navajo princess with your big burning heart 
full of Native sorrow

generation after generation
of poverty, degradation and shame, 
opportunity stolen before your ancestors were born
your reservation a waste of stray dogs, alcoholism and dirty water
you 
are the most beautiful woman I know

beauty far deeper than your warm terracotta skin
I fall into the abysmal depth of your eyes
into such strong medicine
that in conquering you, I am conquered like Custer's last stand 
and lowered a realm or two
...a holy healing realm 
or two
where I see 
all that lies before and after
you

you are your beautiful people, you are your wasted land and all its shame
you are
your eyes
when I gaze into the glittering dark realm above
your eyes are all I see
"the brain is wider than the sky" said Emily *
but the windows of your soul
contain the whole multitude of universes 
inhabited by every bit of joy and sorrow

dark-souled
Navajo 
princess
you are more, more than all of them
so much more than this world

the drums are drumming a sacred beat 
and Dancing Bear moves the spirit world 
the bells your feet ring
and the feathers your limbs flutter
tell the greatest of the great spirits 
about this hell on earth 
make the sky listen, make the wind obey
make the way even

there is no time (and never was) 
for anyone to escape these words
It falls and rises again
again and again and again

dark-souled
Navajo
princess

knows

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