Hearing Grandmother Sky

Spiritual ways personified gladly 
Choices given to her easily in her dreams 
Her relaxed soul hears her spirit guides
Her power animals snort and hiss.
She hears Grandmother Sky, who is persistent.
Sage wisdom oozes into her mind state
Internalized as she slumbers, unaware
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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November 4, 2020 at 8:07 AM
I love this.. I love natives and its so sad how they were treated...
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November 5, 2020 at 5:13 AM
It is vastly sad; such a guilty feeling I have when I think of how many cowboy and Indian shows we used to watch where the Indians were always killed too. So unfair. So terribly one-sided.
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