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The Dance

The drum vibrates awake,

The sun covers all of the world,

The world here, the pow-wow world,

is here, to be here,

the master of ceremonies, he jokes and explains,

is a friend.

The lead singer begins with his voice

The past returns, finger pointing

The second follows up, the scale to continue,

The dancers rotate around the circle,

each step, every move with

the heartbeat that lives in the souls,

is, so real, in being real,

The colorful symphony of the dance unfolds,

in each dancer, in every move, in all,

The eyes watching in the bleachers,

The voices around the drum,

The dancers dancing alive,

the threads of it all together,

The same, the hunt, the wars, the sorrow,

the everyday, the life, the pride, the love,

The dance continues on and on!

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CAPTURE THE WIND

HE RODE UPON HIS HORSE, THE ONE, HE HAD CAPTURED FROM THE CROWS. THE EAGLE FEATHERS, THAT, HE WORE UPON HIS HEAD, TRAILED BEHIND HIM, ALL THE WAY TO THE GROUND, EARNED FOR DEEDS DONE, FOR HELPING OTHERS, FOR DOING WHAT, HE WAS MADE FOR, CAPTURE THE WIND, IS HIS NAME, HE RODE WITH MAN WHO FLYS IN THE SKY, HIS YOUNGER BROTHER. EVERY SUMMER, HE DANCED UNDER THE SUN, WITH ALL OF HIS PEOPLE, FOR SEVEN DAYS OF THE CEREMONY, HE PRAYED FOR OTHERS, AS, HE DID WALK BACK TO HIS HORSE AND RODE OFF INTO THE PLAINS, TO ONCE AGAIN, GATHER THE AIR, THAT GIVES US ALL, THE BREATH OF LIFE! AND, WHERE THE SPIRITS MOVE WITHIN ALL THAT LIVES! IF YOU, LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART, YOU MAY HEAR THE SOUND OF HIS HORSE AND HE RIDING BY, TO LEAVE YOU AND YOURS, SOME FRESH AIR! FOR, TO CAPTURE THE WIND, ONE MUST DO, TO LIVE!

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SPIRIT HORSE

A SPIRIT HORSE FLEW BY ME, IT DID NOT GALLOP, IT, DID NOT NEED TO, FOR, SPIRITS DO NOT RUN, THEY FLY, THEY NEED NOT BE LIKE ALL THE OTHERS, NOT OF A HERD, IT WAS MOSTLY, AIR AND WIND, OH, THAT’S SAME THING! ONE DOES NOT NEED TO STRADDLE THE SADDLE OR PUT IN A BIT, INTO IT’S MOUTH, TO TAME THE BEAST! FOR, ALL THOSE EQUESTRIANS’ TO RIDE! IT APPEARED TO ME, TO BRING ME, A GIFT FROM THE SPIRIT HORSE!
THAT, NEVER CAME BEFORE, THAT, I NEVER KNEW, KNEW ME, THAT, HAD NEVER CAME BEFORE, THAT TO BE MORE ACCURATE, IS THAT, IT WAS ME! WHO IS THAT, SPIRIT HORSE!

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What a strange prison we find ourselves in?

We, the ‘Lost Birds’ are flying around in our cages and playing with our toys, as, the outside is blooming and the ‘takers’ are taking more, but, inside, we learning to love and be human, again, this sickness going to lead to a world more human and that’s trouble for all those rich cats…

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JUST A WHITE LIE

THAT WHITE DUCK RAN AMUCK,

SHE RAN OUT OF LUCK,

IN HER OWN LAKE OF MUD OF

MANIPULATE, MISTAKE, AND LIE,

JUST A WHITE LIE!

BUT, GOT BENEFITS FOR BEING ONE OF THE PRIVILEGED CLASS, BY DECLARING

HER STOIC GRANDFATHER LIED ABOUT BEING INDIAN!

IT WAS HIS FAULT AND NOT HERS’!

THAT WHITE DUCK RAN AMUCK,

SHE RAN OUT OF LUCK,

IN HER OWN LAKE OF MUD, OF

MANIPULATE, MISTAKE, AND LIE!

JUST A WHITE LIE!

YUP, FOLKS, IT WAS,

JUST A WHITE LIE!

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BULLETS FLYING

SHOTS RINGING OUT, MORE DYING FROM NEEDLESS SORROW FROM VIOLENCE GONE CRAZY, BULLETS FLYING, GLASS BREAKING, BUILDINGS BURNING DOWN, STAYING IN THE STREETS OF VERY DANGEROUS, SHOTS RINGING OUT, IN THE DARK, ALL HOURS, THIS TOWN NOT SAFE WITH BULLETS FLYING AROUND WITH YOUR NAME ON IT!

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Solistice

Cloudy minds float by,
the solistice eclipse clouds
the mind, make things
very unclear,
Cloudy minds float by,
the summer begins to shine
the sun tells me,
what my body already knows,
Cloudy minds float by,
the summer begins to shine!

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SNAIL

IT WAS, SO, BEAUTIFUL, THE SIGHT CONTAINED TALL TREES FULL AND REACHING UP HIGH INTO THE CLEAR BLUE SKY IN A MAJESTIC CHORUS WITH THE SPARKLING WATER RIPPLING ALONG IN TANDEM. THE BRIGHT SUN GLOWED OVER IT ALL, ALL THE WAY TO THE SNOWCAPPED MOUNTAINS ON THE FAR AWAY HORIZON. EAGLES CALLED OUT TO EAGLES, BEARS RAN FREELY, STANDING UP AND DECLARING THEMSELVES, THE WOLVES IN A PACK RAN BY LIKE LATE FOR A DATE OR DINNERTIME. I WAS JUST TAKING ALL THIS BEAUTY IN WITH EAGER EYES. WHEN SUDDENLY APPEARED A OLDER INDIAN MAN, SLOWLY WALKING TOWARDS ME, AND WITH A DELIBERATE STROKE RAISED HIS LEFT HAND UP WITH THE PALM OPEN AND FACING ME, I KNOW THAT TO MEAN, HE CAME IN PEACE AND FRIENDSHIP, WE, BOTH JUST STOOD AND FACED EACHOTHER WITH NO WORDS OR ALARM. IN WHAT SEEMED LIKE A VERY LONG TIME, THE BEAUTY OF THIS NATURAL PLACE WAS JUST OVERWHELMING AND THE OLD MAN LOOKED LIKE HE BELONGED TO IT. IT JUST HUGGED US, BY BEING THERE, I CALL IT PARADISE! SLOWLY, HE SAID, WITH A SOFT VOICE, “I AM SNAIL, ONE OF YOUR MOTHERS ANCESTORS, MY NAME WAS GIEN TO ME, FOR I WAS LATE TO BE BORN, SLOW TO GROW, AND TOOK A LONG TIME TO MATURE, AND I’VE ALWAYS BE SLOW TO MOVE, TAKING DELIBERATE STEPS AND CHOREGRAPHED MOVEMENT, I FORMED THIS HARD SHELL TO COVER MY SOFT INNER FLESH, FOR, I CANNOT RUN AWAY, AND WITH LONG PAUSES, ALMOST LIKE INTERMISSION TIME AT A PLAY, SOFTLY, A CHANT GRADUALLY ASCENDED WITH A SOOTHING AND CALMING EFFECT UPON ME. SNAIL CONTINUED, “SON, WHATEVER IN NATURE THAT TAKES A LONG TIME TO APPEAR, MATURE, OCCUR OR RECOVER HAS PURPOSE AND INTENT WITHIN IT, THAT IT WILL BE CAPABLE OF DOING SOMETHING GREAT AND IMPORTANT, EVEN, IF UNKNOWN TO THE WORLD! I HAVE COME TO YOU TO GIVE YOU THIS SHELL OF ME, THE SNAIL, FOR YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE TO GIVE TO THOSE WHO REALLY NEED SOMETHING GREAT AND IMPORTANT! THOSE WITH THE GREAT NEED LONG OVERDUE, WHO HAVE CARRIED THIS SUFFERING WAY TOO LONG! IT WILL BE NEAR WHERE YOU SPENT YOUR YOUTH, IT WILL NEAR WHERE VIOLENCE HAS CHANGED MUCH. YOU SHOULD LEAVE IT IN THE HANDS OF ONE WHO IS FROM THOSE WHO HAVE ENDURED THIS SAD ORDEAL, WITH THE PAINFUL SCARS OF BRUTALITY THAT SCREAMS EVERYDAY. THAT BEAUTY, JOY, AND HEALING WILL GROW AMONGST THEM, AND, THEN IN MY HAND WAS THIS BROWN SHELL, I AS, I GO TO THE NORTHSIDE OF MINNEAPOLIS, BY THE BROADWAY CUB FOODS NEAR ASCENSION PARISH, WHERE I ATTENDED, TO LEAVE SOME FLOWERS FOR THE FLOWER POWER FLORAL ARRANGEMENT, I LEFT THE SHELL WITH ONE SETTING IT UP FOR JUNETEENTH, 2020

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DEATH AIN’T JUST A CASE OF DYING

DEATH AIN’T JUST A CASE OF DYING, NO JUST DYING OUT, NOT JUST DEAD AND GONE, LIFE IS CONNECTED TO IT THE OTHER END OF IT, HAND AND HAND TOGETHER, SO, SHAKE IT’S HAND, HOLD ON TO IT, WHILE WE CAN, SO, WE CAN SHARE ALL THIS TIME WITH EACHOTHER, DO WE ALL GO TO WHERE ALL THOSE GONE ON BEFORE HAVE GONE TO OR DO WE JUST DISAPPEAR INTO NOTHING, NO ONE REALLY KNOWS, DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO BELIEVE. LIVING IS PART OF IT, TOO, TRY TO REMEMBER, DON’T FORGET THOSE MOMENTS, THOSE TIMES SPENT WITH THOSE, NOW, DEAD, SOMEHOW KEEP IT ALIVE, INSIDE OF YOU, BUT, ONE DAY, NO ONE WILL REMEMBER ANY OF US, SO, UNTIL THE FINAL CURTAIN DROPS, DON’T GET SCARED OF IT, DON’T RUN FOOLISHLY TO IT, ALL WILL COME TO THE DOOR OUTTA HERE, THAT, WE ALL FIND, THE TRAAVEL TO GONE, WELCOME IS A GOODBYE, HELLO IS A GOODBYE, AIN’T IT, SO TRUE, WE’LL MEET AGAIN, WE MAY BECOME RECYCLED PARTS, SPIRITS CHANGING FORMS, IT IS A CIRCLE. LIKE MAYBE THIS IS THE NEXT LIFE, ALREADY, OR WE WILL SEE ANOTHER TIME, AS SOMETHING OR ANOTHER! THAT’S WHY, NOW, IS, SO, IMPORTANT!
TO ENJOY AND APPRECIATE IT, FOR WHATEVER IT IS! AND, DOES IT MATTER ONE WAY OR ANOTHER? DEATH AIN’T JUST A CASE OF DYING!

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Words of Arvol Looking Horse

From the book, White Buffalo Teachings, “WE NEED A GREAT HEALING. AND WE NEED A GREAT FORGIVING. BUT, HEALING CAN’T BEGIN WITHOUT FORGIVENESS. WE MUST FORGIVE EACH OTHER, FORGIVE OUR LOVED ONES, FORGIVE OUR FRIENDS, FORGIVE OUR ENEMIES, FORGIVE OURSELVES. WE NEED TO PRAY EVEN FOR A PERSON WHO HAS DONE US WRONG! IN OUR TIOSPAYE, OUR FAMILY, WHEN TWO PEOPLE FIGHT, THEY ARE MADE BROTHERS OR SISTERS. FORGIVENESS ITSELF IS A POWERFUL MEDICINE. WE NEED FORGIVENESS TO CREATE PEACE! MITAKUYE OYASIN! (ALL OUR RELATIONS!) IN THE GREAT CIRCLE OF LIFE, WHERE THERE IS NO BEGINNING AND NO ENDING! HE-C’-TU-YELO! (SO BE IT!) CHIEF ARVOL LOOKING HORSE