Poetry Ravenwolf and others

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Art As Meditation:The Process
The Art-full Life
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Living Moments
Healing Stories
Breaking Stress
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Life Lines for Soul connection

Words are the Life lines of my soul. Words help me find my soul. Words found, somewhere even with this darknes.
These times we are living in,dark and fearful, extracting words from the mind becomes a journey into the farthest corners of the soul. And even these words cannot describe the depth of emotion, the anquish which I feel.
Great now is the suffering and pain within the Circle of Life. Perhaps when the words of stories begin to flow and the rivers of tears are a raging flood, this country, even the world will know the woven fabric of nations is torn, ragged and faded.
In these dark hours, in this chaos, one must ponder if the torn,ragged,infected scars of 'have' and 'have not is not the revelation of a social and economic cancer, the source and it's depth hidden in a false illusion of greatness. Perhaps in this time, humanity will see the false face of this greed and power that has used and misused the blood, sweat and lives, the sacred worth of others; standing on the backs, and the lands, of the poor, oppressed and marginal, regardless of orgins, nations and color.
The Elders have spoken often of the Great Cleansing of Mother Earth, a time of renewal and new beginings, a time of Gathering of The Nations. Within this powerful time, there will a removal of the barriers of oppression and unrest, distrust and fear. The scales of blinding indifference are falling away from the eyes of The Circle. With new eyes all humanity can look into the eyes of another,seeing a Grandfather,Grandmother,Mother, Father,Child, Brother, Sister, not seeing color or race, rich or poor, but seeing 'family'.
We are all crying. We are all wounded and hurting. We have all lost parts of our Soul. We have all lost parts of our World. We have all lost parts of The Circle.
Brothers and Sisters. Let us not allow this time to slip away without meaning or purpose. Look deep within. find those forgoten and hidden corners where compassion and love is laying silent.
With the passage of time, Our world together has become a maddening race to have and to have more, a stampede to power without love or justice, a world lost of compassion.
Now is the time to remember the truth of compassion, for the earth, for creation, caring for the tired, the hungry and the poor, the homeless and the refugee. Let us remember so that ALL of Creation's Circle will know peace, gentleness, Honor and Respect.
Let this darkness become the sunrise of hope, connecting bonds of Unity and Unconditional Love with the Circle of Life. We are One. We are related. We are relatives.

......ravenwolf. Blackfeet/Cree

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Stone Nations of The Rainbow

Old Ones of the Stone Nations
emerging from Fire clay womb of Mother Earth
With Birth Labors bringing into Life
Rainbow Keepers of Old Stories and Wisdom
Quickly recorded was the passage
Of Earth and Sky
For Two-legged children
Each a different color
Each a different story was given
Each to mark and honor the passage
of this Earth journey.
You gave sacred children to the lodge of prayer and steam.
You gave song and rhythm to hearing ears
Spirit Hearts connecting to the Source of Life.
We sing the Guiding Way for a new generation of Keepers of the Earth.
Here may all Rainbow Seekers
find a sacred family of kin
with the Stone Nations of the Mother Earth
Blessed by Father Sky

....ravenwolf


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We know this land

We know this land
We know the rhythm of spring
awakening the earth
the sweet earth, the life blood of the circle

We know this land
We watch and wait within the silence
waiting for those that will awaken
waiting for those that will come to the land
come longing, come seeking the heartbeat
of our Mother the earth
We are the Spirits of the Old Ones
We are the Guides upon the Good Road
Our Spirits know the Land
Our Spirits can heal the Circle
Listen dear ones to the calling of your soul
Come to the Land
Light Sacred Fires
Rise sweet Prayer smoke of cedar and sage
Watch for us in the smoke, hear our voice upon The Winds

We know this land
We know you will come
You have heard the distant drum beat
Your soul is drawn
to the age old prayer of renewal and healing

We know this land
We watch. We wait
We know you will come.

....ravenwolf

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"We are all given one thing by which our lives are measured,one determination.Mine are the stories which change or may not change the new day on earth but the same(stuff) on the reservation." Thomas Builds-the-Fire in LoneRanger and Tonto FistFight in Heaven. Sherman Alexie
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..To Write the Story

It has been said that 'one writes to save the soul'. to place ink and words upon paper is to give life and healing to soul's deepest depths.
Writing the story brings the responsibility of honest sharing. The fabric of our story shared brings hope and strength for others to take the journey of real healing. The wisdom and compassion of the story teller brings together the bit's and pieces of the souls life journey.The power of the soul's story brings a new rhythm of life, brings the soul into a higher consciousnes and a deep level connection to all things sacred.
....ravenwolf....

Walking for the children

Many feet, many nations, many hearts

walking for the children
walking away shame -full words
that cut and kill sacred Indian soul

Yes! We are walking for the children
Many feet. Many Nations, Many Hearts
We stand as one

walking for the Children
Many feet, many Nations, Many hearts

Walking For the Children
Walking for new day dawning
Walking. Standing Strong
Heads are high. Feet are planted
Walking with pride and Dignity

Yes! We are walking for the children
Many feet. Many Nations, Many Hearts
We Stand as one
Walking for the Children
Many feet Many Nations, Many Hearts
Walking For the Children
Walking for Seven Generations
They will never know shame-full words
that cut and kill the Sacred Indian soul
Walking! Walking! Walking! Walking!

For the Children
For the Children
For the children
For the children

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 Earth and Stone

Crisp morning breezes, gentle reminders of North winter winds playing  tag games with dried grasses and fallen leaf people

winter aliveness reaching deep within the soul,  stiring like smoke ancient memory of Mothers Earth story

Circle of earth through fire and prayer  becoming a warm blanket for stone peoples journey into the womb of rebirth.

hands guided by dreams, reaching out to earth and stone, vibrations of ancient flowing water carrying the laughter of children and singing voices of women.

 GentleHands  holding stone people hidden within this place

 long ago

Earth and stone, stone and earth, simple but complex

strong yet weak, warm yet cool

Medicine songs awakening, waiting for gentle hands, soft voices of prayer

spirt smoke of cedar and sage. Earth and stone, stone and earth breathing life into the  blood connection of red earth people.

.....ravenwolf