“Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking.”
Black Elk, Oglala Sioux, 1863-1950.
It’s an ancestral rebirth through us- –
children of the setting sun.
– -Time, a laughter in the night
carries teaching voices in dreams.
Years fly- -laden
with the salt of their tears
– -sweat- -pain- -love,
again- -again time laughs
at the lost, losing what is lost
and our struggle to bring it back.
We wont forget- -despite time,
cannot, will not forget
the telling and retelling of old ways,
ancestral teachings- -stance- -day by day
oral traditions say we can- -we will- –
we are the travelers- -the bringers
and carriers of knowledge. Still
we hear those days- -ancestral
songs thrum in our hearts- -veins,
heads and hands. We see
them dance. Deep in our hearts
we see their shadows working,
playing- -hunting- -living life,
giving life, making life the best way
– -in our deep forest souls, we see.
Our blood is their pulse.
We carry on for them- -have to.
We- -the ancestral vessels
sway their way- -to their beat.
Our souls rise up- -dancing
fingers of mist rising- -rising
from winter’s river- -gently
comes the night mist rising
drifting in time with time- –
through time, all the while
laughing back at it. Swiftly
running the length of our lives
we grasp their arrows of strength,
baskets of corn- -like robes
for comfort, and berries plump- –
ripe with knowledge
our life’s pledge to complete the circle
on and on- -endless spiral- -life.
We know their fate is not
to be discounted, unattended- –
lost in time, but to be forever
reborn with pride- -through us,
Children of the setting sun.
We carry them full circle- –
each of us, one by one
to a new beginning- –
a spiraling eternal light
silencing the laughter of time.
Copyright 2010, by Suzie Ashby.
“What is gained from our inner nature is exact
knowledge, which gives us a far-reaching outlook
Over the earth. The many powers of inner nature
are hidden in everyone, and those are identified
with Wakan-Tanka.”
Blue Thunder, Teton Sioux.
Cerulean Moon 