Dreams Ignored!

Dream time drive me crazy shadows dancing pictures hazy,old one, wise one whispers in a language I have not heard since grandmothers journey.
How is it I understand her telling me blue star is rising,it is time she says smiling take your place and speak your mind prepare now to fight for life.
Soon,soon the battle starts feel the war cry deep inside,let your spirit remember and your blood will guide you ancient eyes filled with excitement.
Fire lit in a sacred Circle cleansing now is essential,Cedar burn,sage smoke rises,Tobbaco offered to the old ones new day dawns not just sunrise.
Hurry,hurry beat the drum and start the calling,big drum small drum cleansed and ready sharp hard she shows the tempo stirs the blood feet are dancing.
Dream scenes change but never waver message there is the sameone,warriors dance in maidens circle voices lift bringing shivers battle cry fills the valley.
Children called are the Seventh generation every color every Nation,time now in motion this is the one told by your grandmothers ancestors call what is your answer?
Those awakened live in confusion Coyote leads strange version,teaching stopped how will they learn now,your own fears are blinding causing you to kill your own dreams of Nation.
Full blood only is your notion reservation and no urban you exclude your own kin,drive away the guiding ancients you will not hear the spirits speaking.
Foolish ones you miss your chances worried about your small allotments,miss your time to move forward reclaim what is in truth your homelands.
Open hearts,minds,and spirits reclaim the children of the lost ones seek them out begin the teaching,Nations own rolls bear the names of those once hidden,call out to them.
Elders,teachers do your duty lift your hearts to the the ancients use the gift of Creator,Dream the Dreams that you are given bring home your own mixed children Mother Earth is weeping for them!

Blood Calls to Blood!

Blood calls to blood is Coyotes mournful cry,long and low there is no laugh though he pauses to smile.
Spirit calls to spirit in the ancient way,Rabbit acts like someone else since he lost his tail his words can not be trusted.
Who has been knocked into the dirt and crawls upon his belly,yet inspires a fear in man like no other?
Who weaves the very frame of life and yet is so tiny,who was the only one brave enough to bring us fire that is Holy?
Who rules the East,the South,the West,the North,and holds the medicine powers,now tell me true children how many know the stories?
What are the colors of the rainbow and what causes the thunder,is there a reason for the lightning or the storming?
Tell me does your soul stir when you smell the sweet grass burning,what is sage just another weed we should be destroying?
Does your heart lift and sing to greet the rising sun,or are you still in bed and ignoring your duty then complain you feel nothing?
Is there a shiver deep within when the wise one is speaking,do you feel the magic that into the world is seeping bringing renewal?
Blood calls to blood there is no denying,if you turn away this time the healing will pass you by as you are undeserving!
granny!

Dreams and Things!

Spider weave and tell a story star light sparks in midnight glory,sisters dance and lead the way for brother bear and rattlesnake.
Shadows walk on moonless nights whisper shuffle eerie sight,spirits speaking can you hear them old ones laugh for they are leaving.
A long walk now would be a good thing can you hear the ancients singing,time unravels right before us to the wisdom we would not listen.
Clouds gather for the storm are you ready for what comes,did you hear the Elders words whispered on ancient winds like prayers?
Drums softly sound one by one across the land picking out Mothers heart beat,rattle finds a counter point shush,shush,hear the calling?
Winds lift swirling dust devils dance across the desert,painted sands filled with power bring a healing build a picture.
Waters wash away the lands scour the skies and fill the rivers,earth shakes brings destruction oceans roar like a tiger.
Creation stirs and moves about restless motion seeking something,we have lost lifes true connection we no longer have an anchor.
Can you hear the four winds moaning no one listens to their warning,across the lands they are sweeping what are these children seeking?
No prayers now are heard no more gentel loving words,into themselves the people turn never seeing all the magic that surrounds them.
Where have gone the ceremonies spirit guides and sunrise worship,where the Elders and the teachers they have turned their backs on the People.
Children of a generation lost spurned and looked down on ,white mans hand out clouds your minds though mixed they are still your kin.
Close the door turn them away in this move you seal your own fate,count the quantum white man wins watch the tribes disapere.
Shadows speak and Coyote laughs Rabbit dances in the grass,brother Bear sheds his coat and walks about Buffalo hump awakes at last.
Here is the story and its ending many clues can you read them,Elders spoke long ago wise ones who know a small child not just heard but truly listened!

granny!