I am grateful to you Snowy Owl
Take me from the West, where the sun sets,
Where my mind sinks into its depths,
To your home in the North,
Cold northern winds that test and strengthen.
And on to the East, place of new light.
May I have the courage to make this journey
To face my tests with dignity and grace,
To see through my places of darkness
And release what is old and unneeded. Snowy Owl, you are beautiful!
Fly by me with still, silent wings,
I know that you bri
For the sake of the future and unborn generations
To provide a spirit trail for them to follow
The old man dances. In a candle lit cedar planked room
Wooden benches along the walls
Filled with the community of prayer helpers.
The old man dances. He is beyond age.
He breathes calmly as his feet stomp
to the strong drum beat.
His eyes are penetrating, already looking
through this reality to the next.
The old man dances. Though dressed in poor work clothes,
I see him
The cry is an obsidian blade
That pierces this reality.
It cuts open a window
Into the dream time. My suffering is unavoidable;
I must release the pain of separation--
of speaking instead of singing.
I must release the pain of limitation.
I must release even my self.
I cry, and the Creator pities me. I have shed my human form;
I have entered the Bear Robe.
I look at you but cannot see you
Unless you have prayed yourself into existence. #poem #shaman
For Hawk Littlejohn Long Person, I come to pray with you
Where life begins at the edge of earth and water
You have been flowing since before I was born;
You will sing long after I am gone.
Hear now my voice and stretch it back
And onwards so it moves, like you, beyond time. Wado! I am thankful for this old friend returned
Brother Tawodi, who stood with me on similar banks
In our Beloved Mountains, long ago,
We were brothers, not only in spirit. Our friendship is sacre
Swinomish Nation., Winter Season, 1991 In The Name Warrior Jesus would be proud of the People
Finally honoring his teachings.
Fighting greed and selfishness
Fighting lies and abuse
with songs of gratitude,
Fighting apathy and uncaring
with prayer and community. "I am the Way"--this is our trail
through the woods, brushed by the cedar trees;
this is our path through the wilderness--
the black unknown.
"I am the Truth"--this is our vows,