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Lullaby of my
Past
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When I sit in a circle
and sing song of my ancestor
beat of the heart
is the music of my soul
Words vanishing in the air
the lullaby of my past
is carrying me to the future
Song By : Bozena
Spirit Doll :Ya’suk (Spirit
of Grandfather)
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The White One
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When I was the white one
Spreading my wings high up to the sky
I didn’t know that the wind could die
Or that I may forget how to fly
So I started to follow my path
Making wise steps
Walking across Mother Earth
I sometimes stop and look around
Wondering
If I would ever fly again
But for now
I keep on walking……….
I’ll meet you in a place where nobody Goes
But where the wind blows
the song of your soul
Song By : Hakanaia
Spirit Doll : Mi’a (Mother
Earth)
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Heavy Load
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When I look at the web of my life
And See things I caught
I ponder to whether or not
Let them go
Sometimes my heavy load
makes me walk too slow
But I don’t mind
To watch how the grass grows
You think I like roses
And long for the things which shine
But if you don’t mind to tell you
I know that nothing is really mine
Song By : Edna
Spirit Doll : Spider (Woman-
Courage)
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Ribbon In My
Hair
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Ribbon nicely tied in my hair
No one believes what I really like
Is to play in the mud
So I am trying hard to cover up
Longings of my heart
But when my ribbon’s long gone
I will stomp in the puddles once more
Song By : Angela
Spirit Doll : Li Lus (Spirit
of the Girl)
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Taka
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And when the time stops
And I don’t need to run
I sit in the desert
Empty handed
Without the spoon to feed my soul
I can nourish my empty nest
With stillness of Mother Earth
Song By : Maria
Spirit Doll : Pia suk
(Sand Man)
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Patulka
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Patulka told me once
Not to be afraid of the past
She told me that the bottoms
Of the rivers aren’t always
rough
And the crabs know
How to follow their path
You can fly if you don’t have
wings
But you can dig the hole
And sit down to see the sun go
Though it disappears behind
the horizon
You don’t need to have hope
To know that
It will come back
So when the rain drops
on your dirty face
Let it wash your tears
for a smile to come back
opening the doors to your
heart
so don’t sit and wait for
tomorrow
which may never come
if you are covered in the
dust
Never stay still, keep
digging
Song By : Kelly
Spirit Doll : Mia
(Spirit of Mother Earth)
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I used to have a cactus
and thought that it’s spikes
would protect me from falling
down
Then I got myself a spear
hoping
that I could hunt my troubles
away
Maybe now
I should look for a walking
stick
to help me carry on on my sacred
path
Maybe I could find many other
things
which could clutter my life
but, I stopped
looking for…….this magic wand
Song By : Joyce
Spirit Doll :
U’shy
(Medicine Man)
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My Sacred Shield
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The feathers in your headdress
Rain droplets from the past
My ceremonial knife must incise your
body
To see inside to your heart
Look beyond the intriguing pictures
Painted on the buffalo hide
Flapping in the air
Guarding the entrance to the cave
Where you are
I know you don’t lie in a coffin
Covered in dust
Our spirits meet again
To remanence in the dark
Song By : Alison
Spirit Doll :
Volosak (Spirit of Surrender)
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During the workshops
I am able to show how all of the poems I have written have a magical
thread joining them together. By putting the puzzles of my life
together I was able to understand the personal myth by which I live.
This allows one to heal and brings a different perspective to every
day experiences. Understanding your "Sacred Book of Life"
starts with discovering the existence of one page which will open
your connection with the spirit voice.
I hope that one day you will hear your sacred song.
kashina
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Spider Woman
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…so let her open
the envelope
to be
to become
to be the one
who
can cry without remorse
the one
who
keeps climbing
because
there is something to be seen behind
the mountain of the desert cactus
the everlasting dream, the unfolding desire
to be somewhere
to do something
to be someone
more than
the crumbs from a frozen cake
with candles of the vanishing flame
to skip
to bounce
to fly a kite without the string
because
there is no need
to sacrifice passion
by
building a sand castle in a heaven
which does not exist
behind the clipped wings of the Spider Woman
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Ceremonial Mask
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The wonder of one
Omniscience of two
An infinite cocoon of the passing lives
with webs of unrevealed days
tangled behind a Ceremonial Mask
Flashes of the unknown faces
dancing in the dark
A spiritual adventure of
bizarre ceremony of the touch
upon the purifying wind
to bear yet another desert
for the crippling mind
Stillness in time and space
Justified loneliness
With long awaited balance of body and soul
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Coming of the
Messenger
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And when the seaweed
collector struck again
I crashed
I crumbled
I wept in despair
I wanted you to come
And you were there
Minute by minute
Sometimes one second at a time
You taught me slowly
How to crawl again
My heart was open
And the messenger has come
To tell me,
That I will be all right
That behind the shadows of sorrow
Sun was rising again
With the power of divine rain
My nightmare was vanishing
To a speck of nothingness
Backing to a dark corner
Of the psyche to sustain
Initiating the time or rebirth
Time to become
To blossom
In a seaweed land
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Shaman
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Impersonations
The transcending of images
All
that remains behind the mask
of the Medicine Man
Like
a one eyed acrobat
juggling colours in purple rain
more shapes
more patterns
more pain
to alter
to recreate
to undo a few knots
in the recipe for soup in the healing plane
With poisonous seeds of opium poppies
still clenched in his sacrificing hand
transforming
dissolving
evaporating
why
are the sounds of the drums diminishing to nothingness
is this the mystical line which connects the two worlds
but, which one is the other land
March 1996 Kashina Zieland
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Coyote Dreamer
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Though I am a dreamer
I walk firmly on my path
Though I am a trickster
I am a holy clown without a mask
Don’t be fooled by my misfortunes
And by how I play my cards
But be aware of my medicine
Which lies in the last laugh
Kashina’s medicine song
Coyote Dreamer
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Thank
you for coming to me
Thank
you
for your courage and trust
for bringing your Life to me
the sacred book of the dusty volumes,
you were so long afraid to open
Thank you
for leaving some pages behind
for those
who are still waiting
to hear their own song
Thank you
Kashina Zieland
Coyote Dreamer
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MORE
TO COME
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