A beautiful poem by Michael Havers that has us question our place in nature.
Give praise with hum of bees,
Give praise with the little peepers who live near water.
When they fill the marsh with a shimmer of bell-like cries
We know that the winter is over.
I am the universe in motion,
For I was born from stars.
Give me wisdom
Beneath cool moonlight,
And wild gypsies songs,
You, darkness, that I come from
I love you more than all the fires
that fence in the world,
The terrain around here
The drums…dancing to the heartbeat
Memories of long ago insights to the future
I hear the winds whispering my sweat lodge dreams
I see Sungmanitu tanka (the wolf) my guide
I bow my head before you as I look deeply and recognize that you are present in me and that I’m a part of you. I was born from you and you are always present, offering me everything I need for my nourishment and growth. My mother, my father, and all my ancestors are also your children. We breathe your fresh air. We drink your clear water. We eat your nourishing food. Your herbs heal us when we’re sick.
I swear the earth shall surely be complete to him or
her who shall be complete,
The earth remains jagged and broken only to him or her who remains jagged and broken.
In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry,
a yam of a woman of butter and brass,