In Memory of Edwegizhgokwe.....

In memoriam of Edwegizhgokwe.....
Who was with us in this language and yearned to be able to speak hers, the language she was born with and heard as a child.....now she roams those hills of home speaking to her heart's content and visiting often, the Ones she dreamed of....
and the One who gave her the life she lived so freely and fully, and then called her home to be with those who've earned a rest, as she did.

This song/poem was written by a friend of mine.....

Nin se Neaseno.


Teachers


Last night, I dreamed of floating on deep waters,
drifting toward destinations unknown
on a raft just barely large enough
to hold me.


Yesterday I watched her sleeping
for a long, long time,
breathed her living presence
as she visited those distant lands
of buoyant transformation.


I mused about the coming time
when her sleep will be the fathomless kind,
her living presence known to other realms --
no longer here,
no longer mine.


But now, she dreams as I do,
in domains we know but do not understand,
where conversations freely flow
between the souls of man.


These enigmatic dreams of hers and mine
instruct us with the same refrain:
Let your hearts be open!

open!

open!

no matter the fear or pain.



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Juli Maltagliati