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Ancestors, Pray Us Back into this World September 16, 2009

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April 22, 2004

Earth Day and PODER’s 13th Anniversary

 

Ancestors, Pray us Back into this World

 

Ancestors!

Pray us back into this world.

 

Hear our cries by grandmother trees

planted alone in the desert

where our toes wither

through cracked sand and cactus thorns.

                                                                                   

Let energy change day to night with droughts and

as water rebuilds – destroys

                               balances

this Earth Mother

with offerings of blessed corn

within spirals of smoke-filled rivers

carrying Indiobeatcurrents

splashing drumbeats against rocks…..

 

-Listen-

 

Our water carries history

repeating – repeating – repeating

in the desert of our minds –

thirsting for the TRUTH within visions of

raindrops in the horizon……

PODER is born……………..

after the thunderstorm……..

seeds sprout……………….

Xinachtli gives birth to……

RESISTENCIA

 

Misty residue heals clouds of electromagnetic smog

That turn brown faces pale with foreign diseases.

                        Another Blanket.

                        Another Cover-Up.

                             Another Lie.

           Cocolitzli appears once more.

           

 

 

 

Ancestors!

Pray us back into this world.

 

Create a healing circle for the

sick —–minded.

 

Sprinkle Yerbabuena

over hungry mouths

craving blood.

 

Let the sun drench the desert

and the moon heal our barrios

as we light           FiRe

                              in     

                        Ceremony

                         Rejoince

                            In

                           Song

                              &

                           Dance

 

Y aunque Coatlique llore,

She still dances with fire as her halo

And a serpent as her shall.

 

Coatlique baila canciones del pueblo.

Coatlique llora lagrimas de fuego.

Coatlique reza poemas de la verdad.

Coatlique empluma los desplumados de la ciudad.

 

She knows both sides of the Rio Bravo.

                Says

“Look inside its waters and see your

            reflection.

Trace your ancestor’s

                Face.

        Pray for our

               Water.

‘date una limpieza of the soul

and don’t forget to water the desert

              of your

             TRUTH.

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