A Few Thoughts....Poems and Prose for the month.


This one many of you have read...but thought I would share it with the many who have not.

BREED

As the line of life flows the eveness of rivers, we slowly show the pain at the corners of our mouths.

Eyes reflecting the shadows of history. Blood moves in the rivers of our skin. The scars of our ancestors, the many slashes of death, making my life as it is.

My finger going deep into the softness of the scars. How easy they come to us, how we take them with out the look of question. The link to our furture.

They inhale my soul, showing me of our future. So I sit here with my brothers. My words, their words, pour off my mind. The rivers of my skin flowing fast with the blood of the Breed.

BREED.........

Breed. To many - it is a prick of pain in the flawless minds. It is an honor to be called what I am. For MY breed is above all others. I AM PROUD!

My path is to walk for all. To let the pain encase me as a whole. It is what is given to me by my Creator. My gift is to be allowed to feel. The smoke carries my thanks.

We are told, "bring me your pain, let me hold it for you and know that I will let it be safe........we will teach you what it means". THEY do not speak the words of our people, our blood.

What is given back to you? Holding ones pain can not be done. We must only hold our own pain. There is the answer.

Take it to the sides of your brother. Be strong and WIN the fight. The rivers of YOUR skin holds all that you need. The whispers of the past move with reason.....

....the secrets of our ancestors are there....

....UNCRY

Loribeth Hawkeye 1998©

This one was written for my mother....

BLUENIGHT

Tucking the linens close to my neck, I feel the BLUENIGHT fall upon me. As if it were that last one to touch me. Take in, smelling, tasting the last of the light.

I welcome the time of separation. I watch as I leave my person, looking back, making sure it is real, again. I longed this today, consumed my thoughts.

She puts her sweet smell upon me as I fly, holding me so gently. Her hands upon my body. I know it is good, she can't be seen, I am safe in the BLUENIGHT.

The Mother has given her to me this night.

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