JISEI - Death as an ally
- soltruthelementals
- May 17, 2017
- 1 min read
Hands grasp my hair
as my head hangs before me
gazing into my eyes
at peace
with life and death
one with mortality
When my last winds of Breath come
lay me in red road clay
may my bones form the eldest relations
may the waters of my blood flow
giving forth life
When Breath sheds form
may i spring forth
a cedar tree
carrying prayers for humanity
may my hair be woven as sweet grass
carrying winds of prayer through eternity
may my eyes shine as stars
guiding peoples way
may my breath weave whispers
soothing hurting hearts
may my blood wash away all pain
may my curves as valley peaks
hold familys
may my strength burn as fire
holding those in ceremony
may i blossom into sweet medicine
may my sacred seeds carry
for the next seven under the sun
may my remeberance be imbued in the children as knowing