Ancestral Poems
Where Becoming Learns Its Shape
Before the mind gathers words, the spirit learns to listen. Thought does not arrive alone.It is accompaniedby color,by movement,by small lives that pass closewithout asking to be…
Where the Breath Returns
(in the Lakota way of stillness) We are what remains when silence remembers itself. A spark. A breath. A heartbeat between going and returning. The wind carries…
The Keeper of the Rainbow Path
I walk where the sun folds into the moon, barefoot upon the breath of worlds. The earth hums beneath my step— a low song older than fire….
The Seed Beneath the Stars
Before breath had a name, the Universe cupped its hands and shaped a cradle of light. Within it— a child of dust and song, curled beneath the…
