In my heart there is pain
As I long for my home
Where I know I once walked the yellow grass
Guided by the sky and ~wind spirit~
The crow always at my shoulder
The warmth upon my back
I watched dances for the buffalo
and sang proud for my people
I knew the earth before she was raped
In my eyes are the storms
Of many moons and I am without
Though in dreams she comes to me
A round faced woman and speaks
Of those who have waited just like me
Drifting through time
Until the new sun
My tears hold the story of yearning
The moving within
They who come when I walk through dreams
Know me,know my heart
I have no desire to be of this tongue
My love is for the people I belong with
My love is for all who need it
As the critters
As the Earth
~Great Spirit~ I am your daughter
Make my path the right one
So I may come home
Legend or prophecy, one cannot understand
Beautiful woman, a warrior pure of heart
A message to all who seek peace, love and harmony
Seven sacred ceremonies
Sweat Lodge, naming, healing, adoption, marriage
Vision Quest for communicating with Him
Sundance for the well being of people of all nations
Harmony and Spirituality restored in the fourth age
White, Yellow, Red and Black, mankind
North, South, East and West, nature
The re establishment of respect and honor
Miracle Moon, a gift from the Great Spirit
Her seventh blessing to all nations, Chief Hiawatha
The time has come for all nations
A connection to the Great Spirit
Peace, love and harmony
If only we believe.
“I salute the light within your eyes where the whole
universe dwells. For when you are at the center within you
and I am at that place within me, we shall be one.”
---Chief Crazy Horse, Oglala Sioux
The fallacy endows me with that trace of earth
a mock to seal exile - a curse.
This cover-up of worth, this fault proclaim
a life fulfilled with bartering, its lies sustain.
Injustice stands, as if a temple's feign
did sanction it, and then some truth's remain,
-was edging, put together, solaced fame,
a win unto itself, its own acclaim.
This clearing of the way, one other's gain,
without the fairness stay, without explain.
This thievery called "mine", is all but shame,
the stronger of the line, o'er takes the reign.
And that belonging's lost is grace in vain,
that beauty with its cost can find no wane
to ease its own heart, tossed and filled with blame,
from fighting for its own, consigned to strain.
God bring my mind to thought, in thee restrain
this exile of emboss, this cursed complain.
This raising from remorse by thy love sane,
so purging from accost can build thy name.
An equities enforce, our own faith's same,
is love between, a course, God's asking plain!
An equities' enforce, our own faith's same,
is love between, a course - God's asking, plain.