Wind and Rain,
A heavy frost this morning:
The leaves falling are like a curtain opening
- and the landscape begins to speak,
if you know how to listen...
“Manitou Qussukquanash” it’s says in the Old Language,
Sacred Spirit Stones...
Sacred Spirit Stones...
Healing Diamond marks the beginning of
qusukqaniyutôk...
...crosses over the stream...
...rises to the other side, changing form, no longer sharply serpentine.
Great Serpent resting its head made of scales,
perhaps a single boulder,
looking toward where the sun rises...
Perhaps one eye looking at someone who wonders,
standing beside it after the curtain has fallen...
...will it come to life,
in moonlight?
Will it wriggle in flickering firelight?
Shall I ask the Uktena?
Should I ask a child?
(Back home again, "Tûnuppusuonk," this one whispers)
This is a beautiful post.
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