kiju; mother
january 29th, 2020
to you
spirit bees
you say
responsibility lives stays moves around but never leaves
why would I run away
my children still re awake and breathe
at least some of them do but that’s enough for me
I know how it feels to be left with the foxes n the pine trees
excruciating mutating others see our gifts as hallucinations
my girl gifts are seen in this world n the next
no matter how many walls dark caves stones this that worst best
no matter how deep the waters go and how dark the brushes be
your gifts our gifts our legacies my girl they beam
I will help you see
how many beings live in threes
how many beings are searching lurking recurring going towards the brightness the burning
my children can feel me in all phases all stages times and places
here we live we breathe we try our best rest and thank if we receive a day of ease
please I know you feel chased but remember when the wanderers find your light
they can finally breathe
they linger they stick
i mean I would too after being trapped beneath
grief comes in all forms
in all shores
not just the east my girl
you can feel it everywhere we go
wenaqipkuta’q
once that smoke goes up in the air
our plants do their role
they work extra hard to take us out of despair
here we stand crystal clear
our ancestors have seen it all
the most severe
call in the dark eyes
we need softness n gentleness in the skies
remind him remind them that these ways take care
sage takes away the shame the judgement the rush the stuff!
silence
is where you find us
presence is necessary
the dark eyes can teach you in more ways than we carry
my girl we have to remember our minds always flew us high
not shackled up and tied down
not bowing down to authority on mouldy floors
run my girl run n
burn that state down
puktew
puktew!
ceilidhpitaw
dont ever doubt the fire that you hold
keep stepping
on the grandfathers
peace
you know they can hold any weight
been here for centuries and can never seem to break
so you go you travel
you take care of as many as you can fathom
softness
gentleness
the spirits deserve the medicine in our castle
