terrya's blog: "Native American stuff"

I am he that cares too much and allows this world to penetrate. I am the man that loves too deeply, while others merely perpetrate. Do you see this man or the boy inside, with emotions to great and plentiful to hide? They've shorn my hair and crushed my pride. Taken my land and my wife from my side. A man of honor, whose spirit remains free with love to give, but finding none that need. So take the hand of a distant Crow child and with the Spirit of my fathers, the wolf will run wild. By Robert Ellis

As I sit by my mountain top’s edge Watching all across the horizon yonder Being wary and cautious of this ledge Absorbing the beauty of all this nature Reaching out to my ancestors of ago Speaking silently from mine heart to you Comfort me and hold me, you must know Fearing of life’s unknown adventures too Grandfather, grandmother, I cry so much How can I keep your strength inside me? I fear I am losing reality’s living touch Help me please, grandparents, hear my plea You have walked these roads many times You have crossed many barriers of life I know you have also seen better climes Ah, comfort me grandparents, in my strife These mountain breezes carry away my tears Take them please and know I have come I am here; take away my never ending fears My heart beats for you like our Kiowa drum Lead me to the way I need to go, grandfather Lead me to the way I need to go, grandmother Lead me to the way I need to go… Copyright © 08/15/2007 MahTame

The Trail of Tears By Brian Childers ©1998 I look to the long road behind My heart is heavy with my people’s sorrow Tears of grief I weep - for all that we have lost As we march ever farther from the land of our birth On the Trail of Tears Mile after mile and day after day Our people are fewer with each rising sun Disease and starvation they take their terrible toll And though we suffer still we march on… On the Trail of Tears I watch my beloved weaken and fall Upon the road like so many before… With tears in my eyes I hold my wife to my breast And in my arms she breathes her last… On the Trail of Tears Mile after mile and day after day We march to a land promised us for all time But I know that I can no longer go on I know that is a land that I shall never see… On the Trail of Tears As my body - it falls to embrace the earth My spirit - it soars to greet the sky With my dying breath am I finally set free To begin the very long journey towards home On the Trail of Tears

Coming onto the golden belly of this mother the earth where the winds talk and the stones cast no shadows i was dreaming my face in the ground belly to belly i wept into the earth a dreaming but when it was there it was a singing my mouth as wide as the heart of the earth into the ground I was dreaming all dressed in hair Tobacco Indian -- Turtle Heart

WHY HAVE I ALWAYS BEEN A DAUGHTER OF THE WIND? IT HAS SUCH STRENGTH, IT IS TREACHEROUS AND HOLDS SUCH FURY. YET IT HAS THE MOST GENTLE, TENDER TOUCH. WHEN I WATCH THE WIND. HEAR THE WIND OR FEEL ITS SOFT AND GENTLE CARESS, I SUDDENLY BECOME LOST IN THOUGHT AND WILD WANDERINGS. DEAR WIND WHERE ARE YOU GOING? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TODAY? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TOMORROW? YOU ALWAYS SEEM TO CARRY ME TO ANOTHER PLAIN. A PLACE WHERE DREAMERS DWELL. SOMEWHERE YOUR SECRETS ARE NEVER TOLD. AS THE DAUGHTER OF THE WIND, I WILL NEVER GROW OLD. Momfeather

Quivering delight overtakes me With gay anticipation as I watch the eagles soar. Riding on the winds of time It creates an amorous Wooing within the spiritual Realm. Joy comes so Easily to my spiritual side, I sit in awe and passionate Delight as I experience Daily, deeper understanding Of my spiritual world. How delightful the power Of the eagle as it soars Above me. Carrying my spirit to the wind. Momfeather

Did you listen today? What did your hear? The ancient ones call and we feel them around us, but we do not listen. We no longer hear the voices in the wind as the leaves and branches tell us stories. The moon brings us messages and we do not see them. We are to busy with the world created by man. Take your children back to the times when the voices were heard and the signs were given. Go back before the importance of Creation leaves us forever. The voices of the ancestors may have been silenced by the death call but they are only a whisper away. Their music may have faded from our ears but must we let the delicate sounds of our past go with them? Our children need the teachings that are leaving us forever. Sing the words in a lullaby, whisper to them so they hear, lead them and they will follow. Never let our traditions die. Respected and revered the old ones still walk with us. They hold our hand to help us see. They still lead us and we must follow. We need not let the dreams they had for the future depart this life. This is why they honored us with their wisdom. When they leave us one by one, they take the book with them, leaving a patchwork of dreams on the web of life. What we do with the patches will help us to grow in wisdom. The Earth Mother is bountiful enough for all her children. Working together we can bring back the unique and powerful voice of our past. Grasp the insights and perceptions in the wind. The future of our children depends on our actions today. Do not let the voices of the ancestors or the echoes of their songs fade away. October 29, 2000 ~ Momfeather

Ghost horses Have you come to remind us of another day and time Have you come to dance for the ones who are passing What prayer do you ask of us, and what song do you wish to hear? Ghost horses You are powerful as you pass between the worlds and we are but an element in this one that you see When the time comes for your dance to be ours We honor your presence as you honor us Ghost horses You are a wonderful sight to see As you dance your way through the clouds Your destination is below, As your fiery ride you do show Ghost horses You are around in and about you are above, below and the four directions you know you are in the here and now And will always be as it is with infinity Windsong Copyright March 27, 2004

Your mind is so soft and comforting to me The messages that you do send for all to see How can I ....one who is small Tell of who you are When it was you who loved me so In your light I began to glow For your very soul is what you gave to me You fell into my heart with great ease And now that your spirit has covered me so Within your warmth I will grow You held my hand and cared for me so In your debt I will remain Try to share that which I have gained If all the ones who in this world do live Could touch your hand Share with you a moment of this dream The world as we now know it would not be the same For in it would be love of all mankind Some have walked through a dream Of what the creators world should be Songs of beauty of creation from the mountains tops Soft winds of the deserts high and low drops Everything that lies in between That circles the earth as it is seen The skys above, the earth below Here and now, where the center should be This is what the creator has given to you and to me Let it be seen...Let it be seen... Ah Ho! Windsong Copyright November 20, 2000

In the still darkness of the night while the blue moon shines bright the ghost horses are milling about in the gated pen, where they are held In the woodland lands of the Cherokee A great wind comes about and the clouds begin to move, the moon lights up the night as it is always meant to do one horse he is very strong and brave he is there to always lead the way with his hooves reared up the gate he does crash to lead the others out to search the distance of the earth and be on their way to the great sky land some spirits they do take on their journey home once they return again, they will bring to us the ancestor's home. Ah Ho! Windsong Copyright August 10, 2004