I do not walk the Red Road in this life-
not being a path this body’s ancestors followed-
though I feel that road…over here.
In my bones
there is sympathetic harmony
when I hear the drums
measuring the heartbeat of the Earth.
In my world,
the one that has spent so much time
silencing that heartbeat
using white noise and non-sense;
though it cannot fill up every quiet place,
some still hear its voice.
I have heard it and now it cannot be unheard.
My own medicine wheel has shown me how to walk another road.
I move with humans to my left- where I can feel their presence
animal world to my right- where I can touch them with what flows through me-
Spirit at my back- encouraging me to take another step
And the stars ahead of me-
flung out far into the Universe
lighting my way.
Not a Red Road this time
but one of every color.