Woven Into The Wampum Belt

I Shall Stand On One Foot , Cover One Eye ,  
In Initiation , And Tell You A Story Of The Sacred
Hoop Of Creation And Seven Point Star Inside ;
I Shall Speak Of Two Columns , Number Symbols
One Equaling Spider And One Spiderweb , Eight  
In Each Column , Like Legs Of Spider , Which  
When Arced Into A Circle , Become Our Sacred
Dream Catcher , Which Cleanses And Purifies ,
Yet I Shall Speak , As If I Hold The Talking Stick ,
Speak Holding Talking Stick , Truth And Power ;
In My Hair Or Hat , Eagle Feather And Feather ,  
Guide And Power , Wise Chief Holds Up The Tree ,
Shaman Climbs Sky Pole , Or I May Sit By The Fire
Writing In The Smoke , Or In Inipi  , To Live Again
Watching Spirits Dance In The Dark , These Things
I Remember , And On This Earth I Walk Like Deer ,
As Best I Can , With Love , And As Wolf , I Teach ,
As That Is My Nature ;
And I Watched The Winged Ones , And They Taught
Me The Weather , And Many Things , About What I  
Have Yet To See , And Though , Crow Is The Law ,
Raven Is Magickal , And As I Saw Raven Turn White ,
Long Ago , And I Traveled Far To The Other Side ,  
For Now That Is Neither Here Nor There , It Is The Way ;
And So Two More Things , Before The Ceremony Is Ended ;
The Seven Pointed Star , Does Not Originally Reference
Our Seven Sacred Rites , It Is The Center Seven Realms
Of Our Sacred Tree ;
Now Some , Locked Into A False Mindset See That As Cube ;
We Know It As Sphere , Half Above Half Below This World ,
Yet Connected In Its Shape And Energy ;
Up , Down , Right , Left , Back , Forth , And Center Point ;
And If One Saw Inside , The Way The Poles Are Connected ,
Is Not Of This Realm , Yet Shifted , And That Is Why Those
Who Watch Us , Have Never Been Able To See Inside The Inipi ,
While We Are In Ceremony , Though Some Have Tried ;
Lastly , And When I Say This , Know This Has Been Forgotten ,
Yet Is True , From Before All Human Animal , Or Any Other ;
Our Two Columns Of Eight Number Symbols , Equal The Value Of :
*Other Side* , And This Is From Where I Speak Of These Things ;
And I Offer You This , With Sage And Cedar Blessing , Down The
Front , And Up Your Back Chanting The Old Words And Sounds ;
Mother Earth Becomes Mother Sky , Father Sky Becomes Father Earth ;
This Has Always Been The Way , Of Earth Renewal , As Those In A Land
Far From Here , By Not Our Names , But Theirs , In The Land Of Khem ;
And In Prayers , Sacred Smoke , And My Heart , We Of This Earth , Have
Earned This Day , As Ours , If Our People Can Only Remember ;
For We , In This Place , Have Earned It , Though That Battle , Though I  
Rattle The Gourd , And Beat The Drum , Shall Never End ;
May Hummingbird Bring Joy Into Your Life ;
Dream Well , My Friends !

Remember : We Are The Indigenous People !
Written by Blackwolf (I.M.Blackwolf)
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