Medicine Work
Spiral encampment
on the banks of the flowage.
Lodge smoke lifts
spirits
to
the voice
of Mishomis.
Laughter and Drumbeat
unite all with
the Mystery.
Our
Mother cradles us
close to her heartbeat.
Brothers and Sisters
are One
with
the Circle.
The words of the blackrobe
have yet to deny us.
The little one
listens
and places tobacco.
These Words are given
to speak to the People;
"Cedar
smoke circling....
carries away....
Creates harmony,
still..... peace.....
locomotives,
shores, and seashells
The Spirits do Talk".
T.S. Mapes
copyright 1997
