Sometimes In The Shadowed Night
Sometimes in the shadowed night
I become spirit.
The walls, the bars, the gratings
dissolve into light and I unloose my soul
and fly through the inner darkness of my being.
I become transparent,
a bright shadow,
a bird of dreams
singing from the tree of life.
In the Shadowed Night..
by Leonard Peltier
from Prison Writings:
My Life Is My Sundance
Iron House
A moment of peace
A blessing so rare
Kept far from my brothers,
The Ironhouse don't care.
The belly of the beast
Of the Indian's demise,
Don't care that some feast,
amidst so many cries.
The breeze which I cherish
a brook flows from my eyes,
will my brothers ever know again?
My heart it strains in size.
Every day I sleep on the floor,
and yes, that is my choice.
But I walk outside the door,
now they will hear my voice.
My Iron House brothers,
held simply for Being.....
You have taught me to love,
I'm finally seeing.
I want to tell all my brothers,
whose only crime is being Indian....
Wakan Tanka hears the calls,
All our spirits are sending.
Your cries and prayers
Have not gone un-heard.
The wind is now shifting;
Or haven't you heard?
3/25/00
Within These Walls
When the dark's not dark
but bleak
and answers
are all we seek
when shadows
crawl and minutes tick
the though of it
will make you sick
the cruelty
the looks
behind these
leaden walls
For in my fight
I struggle
and know I'll
surely fall
I am not so different
my fight not so separate
from those who walk
free and tall
we are all the same here
each on a different path
the Ancient Ones hear us
within these prison walls
the day will come
for all of us
to walk within
the light
and so reach out
to us
on this most
dark of nights
the shame is not
my making
society
fills these walls
and only now
the children
hear
our plaintiff call
listen to
The Ancient Ones
hear their
voices wail
for every day
I spend here
within this
rock called jail
the answers are
all out there
plain for all
to see
what I have done
is nothing
but what you
have done to me.
Copyright 1999
Dreamwalker
Respectfully
Crys The Tears/Dreamwalker~Lakota
DreamSpeak
They come in Dreams
long lines of the Old Ones
they speak in whispers
of Spirit of ONE
They carry their Spirit on the wind
Wanbli sings them home
sings them perfect again
and whole
They come on night winds
bare and stark
filling the emptiness
reassuring me
Their voices fill the night air
singingsuch sweet sounds
such beautiful songs
I remember
when I close my eyes
how it was
before
They come to remind me
remind us
to slow down
to listen
The darkness is not dark
there is no emptiness
only our willingness
to forget
to let go the Dream
They come singing
loud and pure and true
Old Songs
songs of Heart
Can you hear them ?
close your eyes and hear them
for they are
always singing
They will teach you the songs
the Old Ways
the Heart
Softly they come
lines of Elders
each withhis own song
Shadowy figures
singing the Dawn awake
singing the life
of a People
Listen
hear them sing
hear the Heart
of everything
Listen
Listen
Listen
Listen
Crys The Tears/Dreamwalker~Lakota
copyright 2000
Crys The Tears/Dreamwalker~Lakota
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"A Nation is not conquered until the hearts of its women are on the ground.Then it is done, no matter how brave its warriors or how strong its weapons."
Cheyenne
Imprints
Have you ever walked a lonely road
and seen them standing there
high upon the wooded ridge
with feathers in their hair?
Beyond the road and traffic sounds
with dignity and pride
they stand among the ages
with nothing left to hide
Their Warrior stance
their solemn face
the silent single tear
listen you can hear
The wailing of the winds blow round
the Ancestors are here
I feel them close and warm again
and hear their whispered fear
They stand in silent vigil
against the strongest winds
least we should forget them
and walk away again
They tell us to remember
with everything we do
that thier lives held such meaning
and always ours should too
Beseeching from the mountaintop
hair flowing in the wind
to remember prayers and smoke
and gifts from deep within
The fog rolls in and clouds the view
yet still I see them there
always watching down on us
with feathers in their hair.
Crys The Tears/Dreamwalker~Lakota
copyright 2000
Richness Of Spirit
Richness of Spirit
is not in the trappings
of Regalia or fans
but in the Heart
It is not of colors
nor of blood
it is of the inner self
the path taken
Richness of Spirit
is in deeds done
in thoughts and prayer
and in Heart
It is bowing to age
to Wisdom and right way
it is moving with
the Drum
It can not be counted
in ordinary ways
nor can it be bound
by ordinary days
It is felt on the wind
in the hand and eye
it is sensed
through touch
It's presence calms
reassures
it lifts us up
above pain and loss
It is won through suffering
through gifting
it is spun into
our very being
Richness of Spirit
can not be bought
nor sold for it has
no beginning and no end
You can feel it spread
in a crowded room
across an open plain
in a simple smile
It is that elusive quality
unrestrained in life
brought forth
from the Grandfathers
It graces the aged
it blesses the young
it finds it's own home
unbidden to stay
Crys The Tears/Dreamwalker~Lakota
copyright 2000
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