As i release the bite of my tongue
i contemplate
a language that is first yet foreign to me
a language of words representing much empty meaning
vague descriptions of interpretation
what happens when we utilize words to categorize, describe, label, and identify
when we control through textbook the way words align
feeding a pompous mind of ways that are right
what happens when we communicate through screens
diminishing presence of seeing
have our words power succumbed to mere technology
where the breath is breathless
have we filled our minds with the control of need to know
many word smiths
many big heads
English a language that 'seeks to unify'
through eyes of those who supress
suppresses in its wake
the beauty of Indigenous Mother Tongue
My Tongue
Straight
Twisted
Sharp
Soft
Split
My Tongue
Arrow and wand
My mouth
Elementals breathing
Life through Speaking
Expressions
Dancing Vast as oceans
Calm as lakes subtle waters swaying
Encompassing death valleys
Ascending high peaks
Soaked in torrential downpours
Rising in spaces between
Letting down those walls that hold my waters wake
Weaving long silences
Long speaking
through choosing
Welcoming life
Wide open skies within and without
Rain, Shine, or Storm
Welcoming in all life forms
Listening
Good Medicine