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.