Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the buffalo came to me=and asked me-to drum where the old man was sick
the memory of these moments races thru my blood like a herd
beauty an strength and the whispers of healing
no more sadness, lost love that feels like stealing
closure and taste leaves nothing to waste
the sun beats down on the dancers feet
the tree is just so sweet
they say that these stories are not so old
living inside us they are bold
i see the charge-the bold outline
of the circle that stays so sacred to me-
yesterday while talking to spirits
i had to smile- i asked " why me?"
SOMEONE HAS TO DO THIS
is the answer

thank you for sharing.

a poem with mysticism and spirituality that soothes the harshness of the real world....I like it

recently there was a manwanting a buffalo head
he was a firetender
i thought maybe i would give him some of that
when the warriors told me they did not wanna go yet=the buffalo nation is large-coming with some great responsability-although i really would have liked to give him some head
he is not ready yet
if someone needs something
you have to give it as best you can
when you carry buffalo medicine
that means all bets are on -if it is your last-give it to the other-walk away and chew grass-
trust me ya do not want to piss one off- and not one of mine ever charged me
oh but the red headed felon---oops=