DREAMING THE TRIBES OF VIRGINIA

DAWN’S DESCENDING,
ENDING INSIGHT
AND DARKEST NIGHT
ILLUMINATING THE ONCE-SEEN
NOW-UNSEEN-HOW?
TRIBE SCRIBE
SPITS MOON-LIT WORDS
AS WHITETAIL HERDS
SCATTER ACROSS THIS FIELD OF WHITE …
HOOF MARKS TRACING
ALIEN FACES
REPLACES
INDIGENOUS HOMELANDS WHERE
PATHS SORROWS TAKE A TURN TOWARD
THE INWARD
FINDING NO NOTICE OF
NEITHER NANSEMOND NOR MATTAPONI…
NO HOMILY FOR CHICKAHOMINY, SCATTERED …
NO MODICUM OF KINDNESS FOR
THE MONACAN,
YET THE WORDS RIDE- WIDE THIS PIXEL-PANORAMA
SEEKING THE PAMUNKEY AS I
PADDLE THE RIVERS AND ESTUARIES…
FINDING NO RAPPAHANNOCK
I FEEL PANIC, PERHAPS
KNOWING MY FAMILY AND OTHERS
ALSO LIVED HERE AFTER
PUSHING FIRST-PEOPLES PAST THEIR
POINT OF NO RETURN I FIND
MYSELF YEARN
FOR PEACE UPON THE LAND,
TAKE A SMALL STAND…
ASKING FORGIVENESS FOR SUCH
INDIGENOUS INDIGNITIES.
MAY THIS
HEART FELT SINCERITY,
THIS APOLOGY–
AND REQUEST FOR FORGIVENESS…
BE A SMALL LINE OF SMOKE TO CREATOR
TO MAKE RIGHT
THAT WHICH I HAVE BEEN SHOWN,
HERE IN THE DARKEST NIGHT.

 

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Earth’s Birthing Shelf

Early this morning, long before dawn…

As I climbed my mountain of worries,

I could hear from atop the Andes

The flute of an earlier life speaking to me:

No worries; no fears; no strife.

And I am standing among

Peru’s cloud forest…

And there myself I find…

Standing on the seismic stretch-marks of our planets birthing shelf, and

I remember:

Sometimes one must clash, grind, and break, stone upon stone,

Monumentally shift in volcanic disarray-

To find the New Self…

To find…the New Day

Deforestation/Rape of the Lands

Deforestation

Stephen W Emerick

 

Deep woods…

As the dreaded hood falls, finding

Few are left–

The smell of death…gas and oil and distress

Replacing what little is left.

And here, now,

As all the forests proceeding–

This place becomes to me

The eyes of ancestors

Seeking the land – -the lineage – the life

Lived before,

And I see eyes seeking me…

And find streams of tears:

The Cayahoga, the Miami, the waters of the Hocking, waters

Flowing again as they gather

At the certain shore of those whose hearts are longing;

And I find myself swearing an oath to these waters, hills, caves

Ravines,

These Forests

Sacred all–

An Oath: To give my breath to each and all…Before my fall.

Tonight I Walked on Water

Tonight I walked on water
Following the trail of the sun

Tonight I walked on water
And the lake and I are one

Tonight I took the glimmering path
That became the hearth to heart

Tonight I lingered long enough
To see it melt to dark

Tonight I took the shadow path
Into the bed of the lake

Tonight I walked the darken path
Thought terrors I knew would awake

Tonight I walkewd the bed of the lake
Following the trail of the moon

Tonight I walked in the path of God
And dreamt of the glistening sun

Tonight I breathe the breath of God

And God and I are one

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Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña

                                     Un convenio jurado con el Dios de La Montaña

By  Stephen W Emerick  Translated by Martha Calderon Lahanas

La cordillera central de los Andes del Peru (como toda gran montaña)
Me mantiene despierto hasta la luz del amanecer…
Por lo que es lo más sagrado y está escrito en piedra,
baja desde la cumbre de las montañas…
Escrito está en las tablas de nuestros corazones-
Alrededor del fuego de la noche
Y asi es y asi fue con Moises en la Montaña Horeb, y aqui
Esta noche, durmiendo al pie de Machu Picchu!
Si usted hubiera estado también allá, usted entendería por qué
he jurado un convenio con
el Dios
De la Montaña!
Yo no le daré hospitalidad al miedo
Yo le daré hospedaje a la precaución pero brevemente.
Yo siempre y por una eternidad
Abriré mi corazón en el corazón
del Dios de la montaña!

 

Sworn Covenant with the God of the Mountain                                        Stephen W Emerick

The Central Andes with the Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains)

Keeps me awake until morning’s light…

For what is most sacred and is written in stone,

Comes down from the mountain tops…

Writing itself on the tablets of our hearts–

Around the fires of the night…

And so it is and so it was with Moses on

Mount Horeb, and here

Tonight, sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu!

If you too had been there you would know why

I have sworn a covenant with

The God

Of the Mountain!

 I shall grant no hospitality to fear.

 I shall entertain caution but briefly.

                                                                    I shall always and forever

Open my heart at the hearth

Of the God of the Mountain!

 

Sworn Covenant

The Central Andes with the

Peruvian cordillera (like all great mountains)

Keeps me awake until morning’s light…

For what is most sacred and is written in stone,

Comes down from the mountain tops…

Writing itself on the tablets of our hearts–

Around the fires of the

night…

And so it is and so it was with Moses on

Mount Horeb, and here

Tonight, sleeping at the foot of Machu Picchu!

If you too had been here you would know–

Why I have sworn a covenant

With

The God

Of the Mountain!

I shall grant no hospitality to fear.

I shall entertain caution but briefly.

I shall always and forever

Open my heart at the hearth

Of the God of the Mountain!

A Line of Smoke from The Black Hills

An ignorant white mind…

And so it was

I thought…

The Black Hills ~ Immovable.

Unbelievable:

An unborn mind

Blind.

Bison Beast,

Black Hills Bounty…

Placenta bursting forth from Wind Cave

The earth breathes, heaves ~ Birth.

Spirit of a moveable feast ~

Bison, Beast,

Tatonka.

Sage is lit…

A line of smoke ~

Moons glisten upon

Ebony horns trumpeting the

Coming of the

Black Hills ~ Eternal,

Tatonka

Love Making, Naturally!

Blanketing quilt of forest greenery

And the dim of evening’s light ~

Love comes to embrace thee

Setting the day to night

 

Now is the time for love making

Beneath the evergreens bough

As lover’s bodies are aching

The moment has come for the Vow

 

And nature’s love is with me

In every thought I hold

I am forever yours I say ~

In autumn or winter’s cold

 

To thee I pledge made sacred

For as long as the stars will shine ~

I will lay with thee alone…

As my heart will always be thines

 

For here you will never hunger

Though the body be racked with pain,

Love is shared and partaken

As life looses its sense of strain

 

As the horizon lifts your burdens

Amid new morning’s glow

As sure as the salmon swims upstream,

You are loved and forever will know

The Awakened Heart

Cottage in the glen…
Sheltered by forest,
Heralded by wren.

As mind and body, and
The heavens and earth…
Come together again.

First one…then the others…
In this sacred hour,
Offer their universal power.

Joining together as One…
Awaiting the guest of the hour,
Now the Awakened Heart…fills this fire-lit bower.