Remembering


This was/is the way of it
Let the story fires be lit
Let our circles be strong and full
of medicine
Hear me
This is my dream song
I sing for you
This is my power song
That has taken me to the edge
This is my talking birth song for the new day
This is rock medicine, the talking tree,
the singing water
It is a memory
It is a chant lost past
It is an arrow in flight
a medicine story
It is a bead in a storybelt
It is what has been forgotten
Listen
Mother Earth is dancing underneath us
Hear the beat in your heart
Your breath in the wind
The ebb and flow of the tides
alive
well
remember
yourself.

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