elmisukwit; paddles towards home

february 27th, 2020

chasing chasing chasing I go this is the norm every second is a dime don’t you know

eagerness runs jumps reaches I just let him take the floor

late late

late late

late

late you’re late

breathe? how dare you sit here while I sit in another chair feeling like I did more

we have people to impress meeting with ego is at one two breath? no! four

sticks and stones will break your bones words do more damage this we already know

what about frameworks deliberated pondered and reflected in good graces

for years upon day shifts

that type of calculation still haunts every location

their people with the highest wanderer population

then their spirits come to us for directions to the home nation

I’m tired but I’ll do this work to the core

then they go ahead and scream at us some more

I’m still suffering from the damage done by the authors of the stories at all

oh yes but I am supposed to forget

oh yes I am supposed to cut off all ties with any connection to permanence and nurturance

how dare we call your treatment lifetimes of genocidal regret

my stomach has been hungry for 71 years

my linework is strong but that net is made up of thick withins

and this world quickly runs to the store

grabs the milk and the toast

here! can’t you see we just want to help you

we love you we love you we love you

we need

we need you to say okay

please

ala

over there

the helpers tell me these ways have always fooled us why would it renew without severing notice

apuknajit

the snow blinder

my girl know you always have to be aware of your surroundings

blue skies sunshine’s black waters see those clouds travel when they decide to take their kin to visit their wind

everyone knows how to live with one two four whatever is need be in the moment

fake it and you’re golden

wowkwis

fox leader of my mi’kma’ki family bonds

reminds me to simply keep moving along

my stomach has been hungry for 71 years I tell my helpers I may lean in to relieve this wear

close my eyes eager for the bite

I open my mouth and to what a surprise

nothing not even a thing in sight

aligned the dots of the pattern at a young age

how could I not I mean nujj my father planned out every piece to the tea

hands of creation I am grateful this mind carries doorways of continuations

20 years in the physical

thousands in the worlds I visit more

and yes my family has and will always remain the same

I continue to make ties with every generation in this place

trust and be everything else will come naturally

no longer walk with a bonfire

I remember her warmth her closeness her never ending form

but little always gets you more and more importantly you need to leave some for the rest

so I take what I need

lay down stretch sit up groove and glide dance hard for the ones at rest

may we meet again

fill up with question answers hurt then heal myself after

hold until my fingers bleed

hold until my bones croak

hold until my spirit no longer travels sees visions sees purpose sees endless limitations

I will come home

with this leather bag strapped to these arms and chest

proud l’nu but I was told we already know so no need to remind them again

the land has this voice

I will be honest she scares me sometimes

highest form of bliss or bottomless pit of misery

which phone call will bring me home sikw

this spring

to my surprise the call wasn’t to send another one of us home this time

I was pulled by my 3 year old soul

she could always see right through these forms

prior to her feet touching that river that bridge that trail from the back yard to aunties hugs

muin

bear knocks on the doors wants us to four wheel to the edge

look truly

he takes my 11-year-old spirit

I thought you forgot the agreement we were to begin

he says begging us to take care of his family bone remains

we know you are suffering but we are suffering more

we have loud calls and roars but you have a voice than can be heard by all

I am reminded of the old call I had heard once long ago

couple of hundred years even I was here

I pause I close my eyes turn off my mind start searching for the purple this time

one breath two breaths four

I open my eyes

I am standing with thousands of the true homeowners

line up with force of earthquakes

place to face to inner thighs and palms

my hands

stretch out remembering they are filled with song

kitpu tells me I have his wings

I start flying gliding trying to point out the rubble from the dream community

double rebuttal we experienced a billion trouble war zones

huddle n cuddle minor setback we hold our babies until they feel as warm as that volcano core

letting them ease the heaviness they picked up off our beings

we are responsible

this is where our power comes from

those laughs that warmth wood stoves felt in all souls

babies sent to heal us all

my full self-presented to the best

since then I continue to search for an inch of that vulnerability

undressed

I will always remember this calm song

with the loudness and the softness of my people when they joke when they sing when they

search for inner freedoms

your resilience will always inspire me

bras d’or sings

sometimes we ignore her as if it makes ourselves feel better

we both weep and weep

splash over the causeway

cancel the road trips

let us hear the loudest cry you can bring

shake us we need to remember we are simply vibrations

my people they know

even on cloudy days on ice storms on the days the schools close

we are one

l’muj

follow the undertones of the dog moans

I know she’s holding the grief of this whole reserve

make sure that if she reaches her peak her time to shriek

that she lies in the most beautiful pinecones

muin mi’kma’ki energy will heal you

one final thing

my people’s energy will be felt in every hole and creek

to the jungles and to the deepest underground zones

these are our homes

ndn time

you complain we don’t have others in mind

you are right we can’t hold divide and besides

we have centuries of time

I am not wasting a try

one soul

we may know the shadowed trees and the darkest seas

we may carry rivers of grief

we may miss our loved ones to the spilling herbal teas

but that hotness brings us home to the warmth

fourcents burned my mouth but I loved every second of the sore

that sweetgrass fills up the senses that then takes them away

we don’t need tension we need ease

you are all of the protection you will ever need

you are everything

to the living rooms and to the floors to the good listening ears we carry when our old ones start to remember some more

visits pivots colonial mind screams and shakes

my inner spirit now knows how to silence that physical trait

consciousness only carries spirit n grace

I will love every inch

will remember the hi’s and hellos more than half of these things

these spirits are me

me with the spirits and the trees

look up and see them smiling at me

home I am always

when I go and I feel longing

I am reminded I am not following the cosmic wises