There is a lodge
Rib cage bent like
A sacred fire burning
deep, below my belly
for grandfather rocks
and my heart beats,
pushes breath, clockwise
I exhale words, prayers,
songs, water brings
another day, another round
The ceremony is life.
There is a lodge
- Danette: ancestral knowledge rising up to me through the territory - reversing my inability to act telling me to go back - dig up the medicines reclaim reoccupy rename - the places my relations walked for millennia I'm telling ya - the situation is so that even less than before can we be idle no more - though it ain't no race it is the case - that every empire has risen then fallen and I think it'd be wise to acknowledge - the manifest destiny of zombie minds with eyes glued to the tv both hands hooked up to an iv shooting that monsanto shit straight to the arteries is in its demise - while the revolution will not be televised (or funded) - we we will happily bite the hand that feeds us - when we realize we are tied up to a machine that would see all of us and the earth go bust - I guess it only makes sense that we had to go to sleep to wake up - our dreams the last beacon of light on humankind's final plight to survive the capitalistic dis-ease that's upon us - we turn to our prayers to guide us- now we find ourselves on this path of inevitability together - some walk slower some walk faster but the destination is the same - so lets create a community of sense and walk side by side in gratitude for our finite existence - because I've been told its about the journey and you know what? we need each other - we need the earth - but - she doesn't need us - and that is truth.
- Colby: indigenous liberation is the flow - the indigenous presence of idle no more - it can't be stopped like a killer whale's belly flop- singing songs of traditionalism - dropping truth bombs creating braingasms - corrupting canada with fatal muscle spasms - like a limping deer from a wolf bite - surrounded for food its the cycle of life - this is the end for the colonial regime - it's bleeding out the sight is serene - give me my machete i'll rise up and gut this colonial belly rip its guts out and bury them for fertilizer for my garden - food sovereignty - monsanto has nothing on me - who's gonna win the land decides - its bliss is truth its love just like kokums pies - the land will lovingly take your life - i am the cross airs and you're the target - forgive to reclaim but not to forget - snap back the bow and the mother snipes your spine - motionless in the cosmic plane - bleeding your cosmic debt - housed by insane - it's fight to win or noth'n - but the indios have already won - so give it up system - it's over you're finished - if i die fighting my children will continue - It runs in the family - witnessed by the land, she's happy - driven by love - dance lightly - hold my hand - you'll love it - this isn't the end - it's the beginning
- Danette: tapwe!
"I will tell you something about stories,
They aren’t just entertainment.
Don’t be fooled.
They are all we have, you see,
all we have to fight off illness and death.
You don’t have anything
if you don’t have the stories.
Their evil is mighty
but it can’t stand up to our stories.
So they try to destroy the stories
let the stories be confused or forgotten.
They would like that
They would be happy
Because we would be defenseless then.
He rubbed his belly.
I keep them here
Here, put your hand on it
See, it is moving.
There is life here
for the people.
And in the belly of this story
the rituals and ceremony
are still growing.
-“Ceremony”, Leslie Marmon Silko
"We never had any doubt that women were the centre and core of our community and our nation. No nation ever existed without the fortitude of our grandmothers, and all of those teachings have to be somehow recovered. And it will be up to these young people- well, like yourself- young women that are just digging up and going around- they’ve got to dig up the medicines, to heal the people. And the medicines, in this case, are the teachings. They’ve got to dig them up! You’ve got to find them."
- Mosôm Danny Musqua (Saulteaux). Quoted in “Life Stages and Native Women” (Kim Anderson, 2011)
Idle No More! #IdleNoMore IDLE.NO.MORE
we have never been idle
but what this phrase indicates is we have no time left to waste to relate to this space and place in a good way for the seven generations the reason for our motivations so we look to the Elders and young ones in our nations when we need lifting up, uP, UP…
to find the courage to speak our truths the only way to break loose from the abuse of the colonial system because all we are is human and to talk we must first listen to mind body spirits blood memory within and when we have love in our intentions to act on our original instructions we pray and we GIVE THANKS and we can start to hear our ancestors whispers feel the colonial filth begin to disappear and we GIVE THANKS and we offer up our medicines love ourselves the earth our mothers all of creation AllOfOurRelations…
our hearts sing in unison the drums beat louder than the ocean and this spinning circle puts in motion a resurgence of our Indigenous devotions-
life-culture-family-land-treaty-ceremony-a discourse of responsibility-
this poetry is testimony our stories restore the clarity to see past the hierarchies cure us from the moneyhoarding disease and instill us with the sanity in a world of calamity to practice our humanity and walk a path of harmony for the past/present/future realities of our (not so distant) families.