With this poem, I say farewell to autumn colors, and bring my poet self to brightness elsewhere.
Cradled like a babe
in cotton bright with woven colors,
I am rocked between two trees
by easy autumn breeze.
Gratitude suffuses me,
expands around me in a glow.
Well-being that streams through me,
I breathe out and out-
to soothe the grieving world.
©Susa Silvermarie 2016
Water has no flag, Water knows no race.
The earth’s belly grew
of sun and moon
until her waters broke
and all of creation
took its first breath
crying out “glorious is life” into the four directions.
And for a million moons
and a million cycles around the sun
birthing beings as miraculous as the stars,
while the sun and moon
danced like jewels
on the surface of her seas
and all of creation sang in unison “glorious is life”.
For a million moons
and a million cycles around the sun,
all drank from the shores of her veins,
all whose bones returned to her flesh
all who come from her
all here now
carrying within them all who ever were
and all who will ever be.
whose waters broke on that first day
and made song possible,
We sing now for you,
Drumming to your heartbeat
with nothing left to give but our bones and flesh as an offering,
so that we too can drink in life from the shores of your veins
for another million moons
and another million cycles around the sun.
by Water Protector Christi Belcourt of Ottawa, ON, Canada
Wopila (wó-pi-la) is a noun in the American Lakota language referring to a sharing and/or a giveaway. It is an offering of giving/sharing, a thanks given for all of existence and a blessing inherent in each moment of it, often used in ceremony, and as a broad statement of thanks within a community. Warfield Moose Sr. says that Wopila in the true Lakota sense means, “everything around you is a gift– and never forget where it comes from, your heart.”
At Standing Rock in North Dakota today, a Wopila feast is being prepared for the water protectors peacefully protesting the Dakota Access Pipeline. I offer my thanks for them, and for the dazzling bounty of life on earth. I bow in acknowledgment of the inherent diversity and cooperation which allows life to flourish! And yes, yes– everything around me is truly a gift.
I’m on the verge of Journey. My son David was here this week, and he reminded me that it won’t matter so much where I am, what land I’m on— only that I’m truly there in that place and moment. His wisdom reminds me of the Thich Nhat Hanh chant we sometimes sing at my Mountain Mindfulness Sangha here in Asheville, Journey to Nowhere.
We’re all moving/ on a journey to nowhere.
Taking it easy, taking it slow.
No more worries,/ no need to hurry.
Nothing to carry, let it all go.
And let’s also all remember that whatever land we are on, it was likely taken from Native People. Let’s honor them by emulating their intimate relationship with whatever land nurtures us.