we have ran away and joined a tribe.
where all our worries are wished away
again and again
day after day..
where we will learn how to craft and hunt and dance with such passion and grace
in honor of the moon the sun and the earth.
the sunlight will glisten off our hair and skin
like sparks of light
in the dead of night..
where time has no meaning, and sleep has no purpose.
powers will flood our consciousness and pour into our universe abundantly..
and we will live forever
drenched with life..
we'll trade our jewels for crafts and weapons and fight mighty wars
with our new bow and arrows.
we'll ride the wind to our destinations
we will pow wow and feast amidst the soft heartbeat of the drum and ancient tune.
on land where there was once trails of tears and blood..
spirits still remain casting ripples of light across our eyes
but by the time we see it,
its already gone.
and secrets whispered so faint that by the time they're heard
we've already forgotten..
we'll laugh with the thunder
and play in the rain
as lightning strikes at all sides
but still we persist
our heavy hair will knot and grow and reach down the entire river
becoming as one with mother nature..
and we'll build a hut of our very own where we will stay from now on..
where we will be oblivious to the outside world and its evils.
finally free to live as we want
untouched,
uncontaminated
understood.
and when the night comes
we'll thump to the drums
and we'll dance so fancy
underneath that magnificent moon.
well...
you know the feeling..
~The time has come to listen to echoes from our land...the wisdom and teachings of our Native American Indians. Their words are simple and their voices are soft. We have not heard them, because we have not taken the time to listen~
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