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| Troubled Dreams! I met a shadow in my dreams, hiding behind a pinyon tree afraid to tell the truth it said; because humans would not believe. Strange that they will swallow lies, smile, and nod saying good yet choke upon a thing of beauty, fleeing away in abject terror. Sand paintings, swirled in smoky, stunning, speaking colors tell the story of the Desert Peoples, look within for your healing. Water cleanses the Cherokee, dip me once for each name meet sweet Dawn my rosy sister, rise and face golden Grandmother. White Buffalo Woman in wavering dreams, gifting smoke to her brothers do you believe in your own truths, or are you caught somewhere between? Every Nation has a story, Sweet Medicine walked before their Jesus why did we forget, was that not their plan, and we played in to it? Our ancients dreamed before they came, what they saw, they told but their People began to call them crazy, there was no way, they said. No "white People", no one could "own" the earth, no one would "kill" all the buffalo only to take the skins, our "way of life" could "never" change. Who would want to live all crammed together, stay in one place forever never see the stars at night, smells the flowers blooming in the spring? Dig up the ancients to see what they ate, or wore, steal their bones build a factory that belches smoke, and poisons Father Sky above us? Dump oil, and ashes in the waters, kill the finned, and the future oh, no those ancient Dreamers, must have been crazy, weren't they? I met a shadow in my dreams, hiding behind a pinyon tree and begged a prayer to be shared with me, but all I heard was laughter. granny © Sheila Williams |
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