love was the message
of goddess to flora
a poem to wrap with the essence
of green
longing for comfort –
lakota lay silent
and swore there was purpose
the rest would believe
take me
to make me
the same as your sorrows
ride me at morning
to the plains of mombai
burn me to memory
of buffalo graces
the language of hope
forgiven us now
of long ago breezes
winds surely shifting
forgotten my name
as the lines blew away ~
people and colors
civilizations
eternity grieves
my vision of home
Author’s Note ~
In 1994, a white buffalo calf was born on a farm in Wisconsin. . .
the first white buffalo born in decades.
Some believe she was the fulfillment of the prophecy that the return of
the White Buffalo Calf Woman will herald the advent of an age of peace and harmony.
Now, more than any time in history, we need the sacred feminine to balance
our lives and to balance our world. We must be spiritual warriors – culling
the profound and important aspects of the power of feminine wisdom
and directing them toward peace within, as without, and utilizing the energies
of the goddess and all mythical women and spiritual heroines
to help direct the course of history.
tornadoday 