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Cherokee Ways
Standing on the edge of time
I look at all the land that once belonged to me and my kind
Gone are the forests and the tall grass
Rivers and streams are polluted and dry
Even the mighty mountains look down on it and cry
The circle was broken so long ago
My people still in shackles for what they still don't know
A quiet breeze brings a soft mist
As gentle and tender as a mother's kiss
In the distance I can hear the ancient ones
Their faces shaded by the setting sun
WIth tears in their eyes they look upon their land
Wondering if it will ever be the same again
I look down again and see a light
A single glow shining bright
Somewhere a flicker of hope still lives
Somewhere the spirit of our people still lives
I wait patiently for the day
When once again we will know the Cherokee Ways
Louise Riveiro - Mitchell aka Chyennne Autum Sky
Spirit In Time
I am a spirit in time,
As I am in this physical shell here on Earth Mother,
There will be many experiences for me to conquer and climb,
We all travel our paths at our own paces,
We are here to learn, not to travel on our paths in races,
My path I travel, I travel like no other.
I see, and feel many things like no others,
I am entitled to these illusions, realities, and dreams,
No one has the right to take this from me no sister or brother,
For all of these things make up my spirit here while on Earth Mother,
I am unique as each and every individual sun or moonbeam.
I will take these experiences back with me to the Great Campfire,
And share these experiences with others there that went before me,
One day I will shed this shell and once more be free,
And on that day I will fly and soar higher and higher.
I am a spirit in time,
Many understand, many do not,
What I am----I am me,
This is of no crime,
What I have inside me can never be stolen, sold, or bought,
I do not ask anyone to understand how I feel and why I am to be
forever free.
Each of us travel our paths the way we are shown,
Just as the way the clouds in the sky are to be blown,
What I search for now my heart will reveal to me,
Just as the flower slowly reveals itself to the honey bee.
We each have our responsibilities in life,
Mine is what is revealed to me when it is time,
This does not mean we have the right to push or shove our ways
and thoughts onto others, for that is the crime,
We can not hurt each other with words as if cutting through
fog with a dull or sharp knife,
All have a special life of learning here on Earth Mother,
All of my sisters and brothers.
So you see my brothers and sisters,
Please do not judge me,
Just think of me up in the sky as a single star helping and
making up one of the many stars of clusters,
For I will soon be free once again,
For I am A Spirit In Time.
Author Unknown
Drums Of Thunder
Listen to the thunder, feel the vibration to your ears, as each hoof
Pounds with the heart beat of Mother Earth.
Thisten to the drums, feel the vibration to your ears as each beat
Vibrates through your heart and spirit.
See the dust move as Mother earth dances with the spirit of thunder as
Each hoof prances with the free spirit .
Swaying with the majestic grace and beauty of a spirit seen with the
Heart of all that look on, dancing with the drums of each hoof.
Vibrations move from our ears to our hearts taking refuge in
Our spirits .
Rain comes from the Great One above Honoring the thunder of Love
With a cleansing to the beat of the Drums.
With mane flowing free and gentle with the wind,
Hooves beating strong with the intensity of the spirits.
Hear the thunder of the drums, they call to our hearts,
Our spirits call to the drums , bring them together in
Unification .
We the people must rise and stand strong and dance the
Dance of the Majestic Horse.
We the people, must stand proud with the Spirit of
Our people.
We the Native American, Must dance to the Drums
Of Thunder and feel the spirits of our Ancestors.
We must unify and stand with Honor and grace and
Strength .
Feel the Drums of Thunder, Our hearts beat as One.
Let us stand as One , as the Horse stands with Grace,
Strength, and Power.
Your Spirit Calls to the Drums Listen and you will
Hear.
WE are One,Mother Earth beats her drum , beats her
Drums of Thunder , I hear her calling we are all one,
Come and Dance with the drums.
Let your feet raise the dust of Mother Earth in honor as
She beats the Drums of Thunder.
Dance with the drums of Mother Earth
Written July 7th, 2001 (by Didra Herring) FeathersDreams
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