Dishonor of the Spirit World
Would you want your ancestors dug up and desecrated?
Time brings out the worst in those that want to prosper
more than respect our own loved ones. There in the ground
buried in time are spirits that we remembered as we once
walked among them or remember our ancestry.
As a result, we do not need to see their bodies dug up in
time. You may ask why. My poetry will lead you to the reason why.
They are our ancestors that dwell within the earth and respected by
all that loved them.
Land Where the Wind Blows
(We often get caught up in the winds that blow
across the land. All humans need to let the spirit
open up our hearts to all things that have ever existed and honor
those that have gone on in time.
Those that Lead Must Listen-
Listen to the wind!
Silence covers the land.
The trees are calling us.
Listen………………
Do you not hear it?
They are in the shadows of the night.
Their drums beat within our spirit.
Yet some do not hear what others do.
If a dollar means more to others, than preserving who we are.
Then meaningless is our life.
It is being one with what is, and whatever has been.
We can see the fiber of your roots.
All see the seasons that come and go.
Turtles slowly crawl upon the land.
The wolf lingers behind the trees.
Their eyes are deeply looking into our soul.
Can we say we are one with this spirit,
Or do we feel cold and all alone.
For what a man is or a woman,
So shall their offspring be.
Every action… has a reaction.
Drawing the line and stepping over it….
But never hearing the wind or the spirit within…..
Where does this lead?
Your heart beats from our ancestors.
Two parents it took to bring you here.
A powerful spirit of the father provided for his family.
The loving spirit of the mother nurtured her young.
Great is the Eagle that sails within the sky watching over time.
The bear wanders endlessly around the earth.
If you cannot see or hear what was and is and shall be,
Then, now you know why dishonor has befallen upon the land.
We are what we were to carry on a vision.
To desecrate a life is not hearing the beating of our soul.
No man or woman upon this earth…
Cannot walk without the wind in their face….
And forget that we all have crossed the land of many steps.
Flowing into the rivers of time we must go.
The earth is left behind to tell the story.
Written by- ladybluewriter
Last updated on April 2, 2019 ( Originally written 2013 to honor the spirits of
the Indigenous People and Native Americans as well as All Spirits upon this earth.
