The Blood, Remembers

Messed up my flight for 
the 3rd day in a row
so my grandmother
(who is usually right behind my right ear
tells me to take my sewing project with me
My Mik'Maq bestie says
"you plane walk all the time)
I know I have always sopken with my grandmothers!
and now
my mother,brothers, uncles,and aunts
anyhow:
my grandmother gave me a dress pattern
in my sleep
it was a very dark brown  tunic
with
blocks of red
with pictures of riders shooting arrows
and bordered with red ribbons
there were leggings
also of very dark brown material
with the same blocks
of red
the top was actually a tunic
bordered with red intricate ribbon
The leggings too
were bordered with red.
A man sat next to me
with tears in his eyes
and said:
"someone is dressing for
cold weather
someone is Salish"
He told me, that he just left the Chicago indian center,where they honored First Nations People
He said, "you should come,you are a round barrel as many Coast Salish are
I told him,my 
grandfather's father
was Coast Salish
when it got cold,
my grandmother wore 
The Salish dress.
He told me he was raised
on Coast Salish land
"Do you Know. your traditions " he asked
"not really" I said
"That's a shame", he said,as he walked away. Your blood remembers things
I hear talk of DNA memory
all nations have it
all our ancestors call us

~ Louise Hills



 
Shadows of Dark and Light
 
We are all shadows of dark and light.
Great Spirit I stand in Your Light.
I whisper to You:
I am not afraid of the dark.
 
Hear my words.
 
Sometimes sadly I stand in the shadows of light
You cannot see me, yet with arms outstretchedfor me to
reach for you,
to hold you –
to comfort you,
 and to keep you safe from harm.
 
I stand in the shadows of light. You cannot see me.
You have been my enemy – from the shadows I whisper:
Stay away, don’t come near me…
Attempting to harm me more than you have,
the shadows of dark will cause you greater harm than you have caused.
 
These things I see.
 
Deepest darkness is not the place you want to be, yet there you are.
Light is not darkness – darkness is deepest night.
You stand alone in the dark – in the absence of light.
There I will leave you.
I have spoken.
 
To my warrior…
 
Sweet warrior, you have come to me.
Sit with me in the gentle shadows of light.
Together we will not surrender.
We will not give in to the snarling and clawing spirits.
Those that wish to harm us will not win.
 
Stay with me, and hold me…
In the night shadows.

~ Raven Sanchez

Recently

he stood
close to himself
as the errant breeze
blew

somewhere 
beneath
a bridge
fires banked 
between ghost'(s)
and shadows
u`-be-hni
ke`-da-xe

the long rift
of knowing
metalurgy/
the practice
of...making the mold/
" creating "

an energy hungry
machine
dead fuel 
modules/ampules
catalyst fires
pe`-dse
built for speed
made..."ordinary "

zhu`-dse....mo^-i^`-ka
red earth
never ordinary
the songs
dance psalms
of the people
still lay gathered
in the blood dust
of yore
wa-bi^
mo^-sho`-sho-dse

Wa-tho^
wa-tsi`
ni-ka-shi-ga

ni-o^`_a-no^-ce
the  smothered/uncovered
times/lines
lines of time
ho^
night
a man
in routine
guarding someone else's
labours

&  so feeding
his family
overnight security
vs LEO
locale pohleece depuhtiees

townships beyond
treaty borders
eurocentrics of occupancy
o^...yes occupied territories
not/

of the people
anger burning  
in their bellies
on patrol
out of order
no reason
no lawful entry
upon the rez

under the the bridge
zhu`-dse
mo^-i^`-ka
red earth in
security
overnight
shadows rumble
gtho^
like air between
beneath  raven wings

trouble trembles
upon the  lips
of apparitions
u`-be-hni
ka`-xe_to^-ga


it is about
to begin
fire!/anger!
attempted annihilation!
ni`-the!

thirty rounds 
blaze!
beneath munefire!
gunfire!...death!
imminent!
ts'eeehh
reddened earth/
a security
a man lead grazed
overnight
mo^-ce`
ni-ka
zhu`-dse

no...death
ignominy
jailed/extenuating 
circumstance'
so(ul)
finality becomes
an unreachable
goal/

this time.....

native blood being
flesh/spirit
tho^-dse
heart still  pumping
life continued
for his family

questions razed/
no answers
out on bail...
for having survived
the  spread sheet
of

thirty bullets!!!...

fired!!!...


ghost road
borne
always 
going home
xa`-ga...btho^
breathe deep
the scent
of the good
growing grass


he stands
close to
himself
as the 
errant breeze
blew


No^-xe_U-zho^-ge...
U`-be-hni!! 

~ SoldierBlue