Description: just an old journal i found seemed to fit the season or my mood not sure which.
Song of our ancestors -------------------------------------------
The song of our ancestors collects on drum heads
As we weave beads of sweat into necklaces
With needles of bone or quill
intoxicated from visions
long before fire water and reservations imprisoned our tribes
I dream of pipes packed with sage and cedar, creation myths and recognizing the gift of living in a primitive manner
To love the land and gather around a fire
To never tire of sunrises or sunsets
gnawing on packets of smoked venison and bison
To look to the horizion and see only sky
not letting a day go by unnoticed
we need a poltice healing of old
Shamanistic visions and warm sweats on cold nights while the moonlight dances fanciful patterns in the dirt unearthing the emerging harvest
As I walk I like to think I imbue on my environment, I like to think this is a good thing in human terms. That the harvest of my (excuse the metaphor) plow share is a positive force not only to me but also to my fellow man. The entity this does to me armed enigma is is somewhat alarming aimed the overlords but being an american I'm allowed this feeling. I realize the debacle debauchery this is given our history but in the individual reigns while the majority decides what's best for everyone. I like to tribal think this is a good thing, I agree each new sunrise another chance to assimilate our affinity with infiniteness, to experience the timelessness of existence and the beauties of possibly. Lest we forget as we wallow in the necessities of the status quo.
I enjoyed reading this. Although I am white, I have always felt a strong connection to the land and a desire to return to it. I definitely believe we have lost something by living the way we live, so cut off from the land and all that is natural to us, body, mind, and spirit. I don't think it matters what race a person is, when cut off from what is a part of ourselves, there are consequences... we live in a very restless society, where most people know something is missing but have no idea what. I think part of it is community.
I have often felt deep shame for what the white people have done to tribes all over the world. I believe it was an attitude born out of ignorance, (along with greed, etc.) assuming other people wanted to live the way they lived, calling themselves "civilized." Of course there are the two ends of the extreme in the thinking of most white people, neither of which I think are totally accurate; there is the concept of the "savage" and that of the "noble savage." We forget we are all people and share the same common emotions, the same common needs. I believe somewhere along the line we share a common ancestry as well.
I liked the images this provoked for me. They are very strong and well drawn up.
You know, this poem pretty much explains how I exactly feel. I can't stand how the modern world has snuffed out the old ways! We need to be connected with nature in order to flow properly. That's why so many people feel detached from each other and the Holy Ones. We often make the mistake of believing that we are seperate from the earth, the Holy Ones, and each other, when indeed we are all one body moving and dancing and living. When we don't take care of all aspects of our "body", we tend to get sick and can feel disconnected from the rest of the universe.
i enjoyed this poem very much, i think you have written it well, and it,s well thought out,(iv,e got visions of indians round a camp fire, dancing, herd of buffalo in the background etc)
(long before fire water and reservations imprisoned our tribes)a true line pointing out the cimes of our white ancestors,i have read of a few more crimes as well as these ones.one should get feelings of guilt after reading this,it also reminds me of other native peoples, the maori,s, aborigines,and more. nice poem.