Singing

A Poem by redzone

....finding balance

Singing

I hear the voices as melodic tones

carried by solar winds,

speaking in cosmic symphonies.

It was the same language

Grandfather spoke

as I walked in my dreams:

“Aztec, run wild like the wolf,

howl at darkness;

fly like the Owl

in search of balance;

be strong as the Bear,

even in the midst of chaos.”

I listened to these words

as Grandmother, holding my hands

told of great suffering,

of annihilation of our People,

and theft of our way of life.

A time will come

when balance is restored,

when the People

will reach the stars;

ride Turtle to distant galaxies;

touch the mysteries of a black hole;

know how all things,

big or small,

are interconnected by thousands of threads,

harmonic strings

singing the songs of life.

I hear their voices,

Grandfather, Grandmother singing

in cosmic symphonies.

Their music is carried on solar winds.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 6.5.23

© 2024 redzone

Author's Note

....thanks for reading

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Ern M. Yoshimoto

there was an anthropologist who claimed that homosapiens learned to sing before they learned to talked. i think about that a lot, espescially as writing is comparatively dead compared to music. but your words here demonstrate that the written word is as powerful as singing. it's different, but no less effective on our mood and ambience. the wya you reminisce about your grandparents was very touching. i imagine you have many fond memories of them. a happy childhood is the key ingredience for a happy life.