"Keepers Of New Knowledge"    39"x8.5"    Acrylic on Birch

KEEPERS OF NEW KNOWLEDGE

Pragmatic dreams are the salt by which I live

Catching a cloud mid way in the mind’s eye

Before it drifts into another shape

Catching this meaning upon first awakening

A truth an understanding, a future unravels

And the journey continues

But I wait on the periphery retaining perspective

A transition out of the past from those sunset eyes

They transform what I see in ancestry

Knowledge from an old spirit who saw before I was born

A time reflected in the mind of a watered eye

From the time of Creation from an old turtle knowledge

Reflecting back to me

Of seeing the middle between east and sunset skies

That looks through new eyes

Where the knowledge of the East was where the future flies

Together with places from the past to make sure we last

To see in all dimensions the upper and lower worlds

 

If I become too immersed too near

I know I won’t see the course ahead too clearly

So I hover above and look just beyond the dream

And see the promise to come and the direction to go

I try to maneuver the clouds, with any movement I can muster

But the clouds just don’t seem to be moving to the degree I need

Spirits say “be patient” “the time will come” “it will be right”

That the very nation stolen will be the one to heal the earth

The very weak and beaten the women will be the healers

The heart of the nation is the salt needed

These traditions clean the wound

This ripple needs to wash over everyone

That they might like their reflection again

New respect and the consensus on the periphery has seen this ripple

And Is gaining momentum

And like that dream that washes over memory

So the healing goes

And so the dreaming.

 

LauraLee K. Harris.

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