Within the Shadow of Wapiti

 
Stillness, below sheltered  
skies that wrap me in her love.  
I lie down on needles of  
ancient pine, warmed by
 her heart, that will shine  
forever
 
Stained glass memories  
surround me, reminding me  
of  who I am  
No longer searching  for  
my purpose, my intention  
 Mother of all,  connects  
with me, my pride is released,
I accept the blessings of this  
sacred earth.
 
Amongst the trees and  
 boulder-strewn hills the
 land where Wapiti does travel
I was open to receive, energy  
from the land of the People of  
the Tall Pine, the Hualapai  
 
 See their pale reflection  
by moonlight.
They walk, fifty miles bloodied  
feet with  broken hearts they are  
removed from their land  
 I am cleansed,  washed in  
their memory honored and  
ashamed to stake my claim  
My spirit has been awakened  
 as I hear her speak,  
 
Wait, for monsoon,  their tears  
 rain on Hualapai.
Follow me to where the  
parched ground becomes  
moist, with this antler you will
dig  clay from ancient  
ground.
 Listen, you will hear me as  
your hands work the clay  
You are together with my spirit  
Purified in the fire  
Create, Love, Honor  
The Hualapai