Rayon Phoenix
 
It was a bright pink sky,
Veiled in wafts of gray smoke.
 
Centered, was a blazing sun
Of maroon blood.
Eight flames searched outward,
Burning with the desire to grow.
One for each direction
And one for all between.
 
Searching and seeking, they reached their peak,
Finding at their end a sacred feather...
That which brings balance to the Universe,
That which returns perspective.
 
The center of the sun began to pulse and glow,
Expanding forward, stretching,
Until it erupted into a shower of sparks.
 
And from the furnace flew a beautiful bird,
Feathers of flames powerfully propelling it outward.
Eyes of icy blue staring with intensity and purpose,
It grew in stature and ascended
As rays of light spread throughout the land.
And the sun closed and became as it was,
 
And the day began.
 
~ Carol Dixon
 
 
Diamonds in the Rough

The gem prized above all others
For its value and prestige,
How many examine it with seeking eyes
To explore its mysteries and its message?

How many see the light reflected
From the facets for what it truly is…

How many can truly see what lies within?

Each of us is like the diamond,
Reflecting light with variations,
With many facets
Of circumstances,
growth,
experience..

Reflecting through emotion and actions,
Polishing ourselves as we evolve.

Some will become exquisite in quality
And some will stay flawed,

But for now we are all diamonds in the rough.

How many see the light reflected
From the facets for what it truly signifies?

How many can see the far reaching depth?

Each of us is a tiny facet
In the Universal diamond,
Each reflecting the Light in our own way,
Ever changing, ever flickering,
Creating our part as we contribute
To the quality of the immense whole,

Small facets, perfecting themselves,
Influencing the evolution of the whole,
The universal diamond in the rough.
 
~ Carol Dixon
 

NDN Summer
what I see unfolding in South Dakota


faux cronies
gather for the drowning 
of the night
ho^

bones 
set ablaze
in the fading...
of the light
da`-ko^
can you see yourse;lf
in that?!

you should..
ts'e
it is the hour
of death
ts'e-the
and a killing

Sunshine  states
release 
public statements
of restricted travel
neighbors eyed with 
narrowed definitions
families beyond
dividing lines
never realizing 
what their removed  distance
does...what they smother
over there

sha`-be
darkness/
emptiness
xtho`-k'a
ni-o^`_a-no^-ce

murders made undercover
o^..yes..
it is another
NDN Summer
do-ge`

Cross
the seeming of an
empty...great plains 
meetings...plans
shelters
responsibilities shouldered

thunderheads
upon the  horizons
(we watch them)
ta-dse`_pa-ho^-gthe_hi^-dsi

the winds 
before the storms
mo^-zho^_ko^-ha
wa-xthe`-xthe
the war banners 
planted
bo`-ca

from here
we go  forward
we are painted
as the  grass
we are a 
skin study
of bark
bone....&  root
xe`-ga...xi^-ha
zho^-ko^ 

vein works
that lay beneath
uncertain rotte

O^...yea..
is another NDN Summer
do-ge`..biu`-ce
its wither already 
upon us

are you here?!
are you 
on your way?!
there is....no one else
to  capture
the winter count

coup will be  counted
in broad strokes
of survival
skills 
will be tested
ni-ka-shi-ga

the people 
must be...
implacable
of....iron will
endurance
the signs of courage
we will endure
the bloodletting
po-e`
we are
the flame
the light
that does not die

mi`-i-tho^-be_ts'a-zhi!
the sunrise 
that dies not!!..

Shi_a`-ki-tha!!
turn!...fight back!!...
O^...yes!..
it IS another 
NDN Summer

& we are 
the GhostRoad Borne!
we hunt
Sho^-ge 
is with us
we leave meat
for the Crowe
Ka-xe

we sing
the songs
borne of dream
ho^-bthe

olde bones
strong blood
we ARE...
the GhostRoad borne
coming home!!

u-tsi`
no^-xe_u-zho^ge
u`-behni

it IS another
NDN Summer!...

Sho^!...it is done!...

~   SoldierBlue