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Listen to the wind |
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Dedicated to
Kenny Loud Hawk, Russell Redner, Anna Mae Aquash,
KaMook Banks, Dennis Banks, Leonard Peltier & Kenneth S. Stern.
I speak the wounded stone
the language of my ancestors
bred from the very earth's essence
hence my heart grows millenary.
May the GrandMother alone
creator of all creators
birthgiver to lands and heavens
provide me with sanctuary.
Listen to the wind,
dance with the rain
and bless Father Sun.
Old woman, mother of my mother's mother
it's your presence I feel in my chest
when the wild ocean hits the cliffs.
Old mother, of rainbow and dew
I've read your words in fire's dance
and its infinite variety of forms.
And I acknowledge that
We've forgotten everything we used to know
we've buried our heart deep where it won't bother us
we've painted in the colour of shame everything we once were
we've dressed ourselves in fancy clothes
and exiled ourselves from home.
But mother, I promise to speak
the language of the prairies
and share my nights with the Moon.
And I also promise to
Listen to the wind,
dance with the rain
and bless Father Sun.
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