Dreamkeepers

Their fathers stole our land. Long ago it was said ‘the white man would look on in disbelief as his sons and daughters began to adopt the Indian way. To learn what their fathers didn’t understand.’ Yeah… he’s a wannabe. He wanna be connected. ~ Lakota Elder in Dreamkeeper. 

 

Great blue heron flies over

the hummingbird and I imbibing

our morning delights.  Mine is imported

from a nation known for its cheap

labor, so please understand every word

I speak is flavored by the quintessence

of colonialism.  A Monarch butterfly

— the first this season — draws my gaze.

Three signs, three solitary flights.

What is missing is the connection

between the prevalence of abuse

and the foundation of greed.

These systemic barbs rip away

our flesh as we extract them,

ships filled with enslaved humans,

the earth crying for her beloveds

who cared for her like a dear

grandmother — not shut away in a

home, demented and alone.

We ripped away their talismans

crushed civilizations to embrace

every living being with our

poisons, the bombs and corruption

we reluctantly pay for, the prisons

swelling, the victims singing

as we wallow in our past sorrow.

Blind to these portents

mesmerized by our screen lives

while

divine grace flows

in the capacious now

just beyond our bedeviled faces.

 

 

Inspired by: CapaciousQuintessence, Talisman, Radical, Secrete, Prevalence 

You can watch Dreamkeeper here.

 

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

8 thoughts on “Dreamkeepers”

  1. People are so wrapped up in their lives and phones these days they don’t see what’s going on around them. I used to love traveling to work by train through the Hutt Valley (North of Wellington, New Zealand), the scenery is lovely but few people even noticed it.

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    1. And the children who are enthralled by their screens…and the children who sit while their parents are enthralled by theirs…while the breathtaking scenery is ignored. Your train ride sounds lovely.

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