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
Spilling libation
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
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.
take care
gerry
Submission Name: Song of our ancestors
