In the Great Mystery of Life

Dreams of our past, Not Knowing our future.


As we stumble along our path of awareness.


The wind blows,Sun shines and our gift of life flows pure, clean
and freely.


As our mother shifts and shakes, groans and rumbles.

Warnings of her pain.

Not knowing the future we need to listen to our mother.

This isn't something new.

We need to remember .

With out respect we become the humans that feeds
the beings to the machine.

Our powerful pride can induce our sacred medicines.

Suffocated loved ones.

In fear sympathy for one and not the other,

Homes destroyed.

the sacred corn dies

Because we forgot ,HWEELDI (place of great suffering)

Call for our Grandfathers......