Tree people roots in mother Amazon, burned
alive
crucified with whirling blades of steel
whipped with chains
Blood sap oozes onto the face
of the crying mother of us all.
Tree people dragged by massive caterpillars
shamed with no explanation
Caterpillars crawl across sacred ground,
hungry,
relentless, bright electric eyes burn through the
night
devouring, addicted to wood
their steel scoops could eat your entire house
in a single bite!
"Why is mother earth being burned
alive?" The tree people ask
each other, weeping.
Deer people huddle in council with raccoon and
squirrel.
Bird people forget their ancient prejudices and
circle up,
crow with eagle and owl.
Now earth mother is burning...conflagration
Conflagration! Have the two legged ones gone
mad?
Messages coming to us from the other world.
Messages of earth and heart. Shift the letters.
Same word.
Earth. Heart. Heart-Earth.
As heart dies, mother earth dies.
Wake up sisters and brothers.
Go the the lodge of the heart.
Ten thousand ancestors stand in a circle of hearts
on fire.
Drumming, chanting, invoking.
The ancient ones call us back to full heart.
Back to loving our mother
Spirit and blood of sun dancers mingles with
grief of pipe carriers.
Grandfathers and grandmothers in lodges across the
stomach
of Mother Earth pour spirit water into the flesh
and bones
on ancestors soon to be.
The sun rises. Water pourers open the door to
the East,
to the creator.
Ten thousand shaman light their sage, cedar and
sweet grass.
Invoking, praying, doing give away.
A spiritual war is coming.
Fire must yield to water.
Tears of the grandfathers. Sweat of the
creator.
Soul waters come pouring in.
A mighty storm is coming to heal the
conflagration.
