A Voice from the Eastern Door
My dear children
My daughters
Kheien’ okon:’a
Life’s impregnated
Ready to birth into bloom
Mothers always all around you
No matter the thot of distance
It’s all illusion
So envision beauty...
Robust life and love so vibrant
My dear future...
I engulf you with glory
God of thy witness
Spoken with spirit and song
Carried in by the robins
Thy red breasted kin
Ever so kindred
My grandmother once said, “ What you don’t know won’t hurt you ...”
So I give it all away to the wind
The weights not thee to carry
I pray for the best, love always
Regardless of the structure and system
Your my greatest inspiration
My dear children
My daughters
Kheien’ okon:’a
Mothers medicine is within you
Always remember this
Earth consoles our hearts
Despite our wildness
Forgiven by nature
Chosen by the infinite love of existence...
- herbi m. francis-tatro
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