Thursday, September 1, 2011

The Wind Remembers


First I remember the dead
Nektet, I offer him cool water
Wesir Djet Khyet Khepuru
I speak his Name
And remind him that he is remembered

Second I give my offerings to the others
Nameste, welcome in my garden
Some attended, some bereft
Their names engraved in stone

Thirdly I remember my ancestors
Usu, those who have taught before
Katas, names, a mounted sword
Remind me who shared their wisdom

I remember you and thank you
Namaste
The wind changes with every scent
But it is always the wind

Fourthly I give offerings to the Wheel
Dried leaves fall from my hands deusil
North, East, South, West
I sing silence unto those who will listen

Aho, see me working
I feed the Wheel
Namaste
My hands smelling of sage
I remember

Aho, Crazy Horse
You bushy-headed lunatic
Fearless, inspiring
Immortal only in battle

Aho, Eagle
Last-called by the Creator
Warrior, messenger
I bet those pinfeathers itch

Aho, Sitting Bull
Hard-headed old goat
Been nice to have met you
When you still wore your robe

Aho, Grandfather Coyote
You twin to the wise, you
It’s hard to hear your teachings sometimes
Over your laughter

I remember you and thank you
Namaste
The wind changes with every scent
But it is always the wind

Usu, my ancestors
I learn and grow
Aho, oh you spirits
See me working
Namaste, you old ones
I feed the Wheel

Namaste, Grandmother Spider
I have learned from your teachings
And still do not know you

Namaste, White Owl
I have learned from your teachings
And still do not know you

I shall never know you
My blood is not red enough
I shall never know you
But my blood is my own just the same
And I am brother to the wind

Stone temples with shaven monks
Sweet Grass and Bear Butte
Deserts, rivers, a golden palace
And a thousand thousand songs

Usu, my ancestors
I learn and grow
Aho, oh you spirits
See me working
Namaste, you old ones
I feed the Wheel

And I am brother to the wind

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