Wapiti Does Travel

Below sheltered skies
that wraps me in her love.
I lie on needles of ancient pine,
warmed by her heart,
forever shining, the

Stained glass memories
surround me,  reminding
me of  who
I am

Searching for my purpose,
my intention
 Mother of all connects
with me as  my pride is
released,   accepting the
blessings of this earth

To lie amongst the trees and
 boulder-strewn hillside,
 same land where Wapiti does
travel,
 The same land where
the People of the Tall Pine,
 the Hualapai thrived
 with love and understanding
of their mother

My heart breaks, as reflections
of these people shine, under
a pale moon.
Their joy drove out, their love
 for their people and their
land removed, from
theses sacred grounds,
 forever

I am cleansed,  washed
in the memory honored
and shamed to stake
my claim

My spirit has been awakened
 as I hear her speak,
"You've done your best
continue as such, remain now,
you will know when it's time