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Sun
Moon Dance Albany N.Y. August 1999
By
Owen James
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pacing continues line by line pulsated by the beat of the drum.
Whatever the track laid down by those feet connected to the
heart and pulled to the tree.
The first sacrifice for the Mother.
With love She gave up Her role to singularly pray now, with
us,
To Won kon ton ka, the Lord of all.
We too shed our water as you once did.
We too blow in the wind to create our music.
We too sway with the light of the spirit.
What gives us the light to shine our path forward
To reach into you Mother, as our feet pass over you.
The very essence of your beauty passes over us,
Like two eyes mirroring the essence of our vibrating body mixed
into your physical creation.
Where do you stop and we begin?
No less for the work we perform in your name
Giving freely for a course not fully understood.
#2
Walking to the beat of your music
Wa Ma Chi sings out to celebrate our birth and our death.
Only you, with your radiant heart lights our very fire, singularly
pointing to the direction of all one creation.
One family in the time that doesn't exist.
Oceans of consciousness, pains of joy,
all recording the record plainly set down with the Eagle talons
telling the truth.
Hells of painful truths and half denied lies of hidden consciousness
of long lost memories.
Forgotten deep in the worm lines on our bones as on the pine
stories of the crosses.
The wise women weave free the hidden story when made from Gods
impulse below the bark.
Great trees of stories as all stories told after the immediate
life is over.
Go forward from your place and move to the tree
Be ready when the union of one calls you.
#3
The truth carries forward through the night of mischievous dreams
into clouds of daylight.
Asking for the lines to be drawn straight as intentions sword.
Dance strong, pace yourself, take care, easy as she goes.
The ship dances on the plain of green gently trampled 26 moving
feet.
They tell the story cradled in each sailing ship of blue, nestled
with the dreams of the dolphins telling their plights.
There to keep the rain out and the clouds n.
Swirls of mermaids descending through the night to replace dream
thoughts of morning dew.
The healer heals each condensed cloud gently resting against
the pole.
Our spine for these days and the ground for the nights.
Bring in the East, his Eagle feather says, and I will heal you.
New beginnings, new doorways to the future of your life.
I can do it if you trust.
The Eagle soars and brings back little vows of honesty to plague
the doubts of time immemorial.
Can I trust whispers through scales, through my dead skin, flaking
off imperceptible death.
"Easy as you go" the blue sails say. What do you really want
from me?
Slowing the Eagle feather descends as if checking each stall
in a market place.
The wares of each dancer placed helter skelter or in neat piles
Each gets torn and gently placed in the fire.
Still the intentions are questioned in the standing of time
Does Mother wait for the pulsation on her skin to begin.
Is that not the healing?
Each one's story in their own tract of time beaten by the dream
and screeched by the owl and sometimes the bear.
We've lost the buffalo to our collection of thoughts and metaphors.
We move on and now even harder to walk alone having to remember
all and carry nothing.
#4
The Drum Will Call You
The drum will call you. To war, to wam pom, the drum will call
you.
Take up your staff and march in your path.
The drum will call you to take a new path and shed your old.
Walk alongside yourself that has been transformed and say hello,
hello to the hollow shell that no longer treats the mother in
the same way.
Do I recognize transformation in the new blades being pressed
down in a new march?
A march to God in a different war as the drum calls.
Me, you, in different directions but all lead to a Y, a cross
road of decision.
Whether the question states the obvious flow, as the waters
find their levels, so to, our unconscious effluents up past
all the old tracts and waves a new flag, a new shield of proclamation.
The drum calls and I walk a new path in a new paradigm.
Watch me weave new words to describe the song().
Even the basket of the arbor has lifted it's face to a new beat.
The gift if reflected but the poor see not. And the cars keep
rolling by on their way to here and there.
I see my direction in a new twist of the pole.
Where is the Tree of Life?
That mirror of reflection deep down into my hollow vessel.
Glands of crimson red give up their memories to feed the tree.
And I don't yet receive the blood in memories wake.
Always new to the vision in endless creations of Gods journeys.
Waves on a beach. Yes, look a thousand times and never repeat.
Baroque may get dull in the figurations of strangled thoughts
but the waves keep coming.
Each carrying endless misfortune and fortune.
The drum will call you to walk a new path and strike up a new
time.
We wait but don't wait because we've waiting too long for you
to remember.
Now, a new path to ponder ourselves in this ocean of green.
A Sun Moon dance with no sun and no moon.
Hidden by the tears of time and change.
Give me a break and open your bowels.
Pour down this path to wash my soul separately as a new born
gift.
To be welcomed and know you are welcomed.
Mother said "to be born again" and I look at the worn path of
time even if only started yesterday.
I gave away and my gift is a new path, shed of the old and confident
of a new silence.
The drum will call you.
#5
A new start like a new birth, maybe a new day.
Rules from his mouth say stay where you are.
Is that me or you.
Times change sometimes faster then we ourselves can or like
to afford.
No stopping, no stagnation, no set time in its wayward illusion
of our thinking.
One line, two lines, or five means all the same to a hungry
dancer.
Oh, not for the food to fill this resting belly, but for more
dance to know my aching body.
#6
Kachina's
Two paths, all ways.
Singular duty way of all shields
Yield little with open heart
Heal self and heal all
Walk two paths
Accept all wounds
The duty of the free and not free of judgment
The direction is clear
Be mindful of those who walk on path.
Move aside and always make room. Shelter not the bitterness
of others or the evil deeds that clutter the way.
Share your truth the way your heart sings.
Love those that love you and love those that don't.
The way of two paths is clear and must be told as if the Eagle
grabs the truth in mid flight
Do not be afraid to stand in God's path as the wheel makes it's
way on the road of life.
We are called now Its time to listen.
To hear and to respond.
Gentle souls walk to the tree and return again and again.
In a run, in a skip, separate processions leading a great ship
through the currents.
The Tree is our wheel and must turn it in the only direction
left.
That is our duty and responsibility.
However we meet this tree deep in Mother's bowels/
Steer her to love, the heart taking on all reflections, all
moons, and sons in serious intent to step-up the pressure for
remembrance.
Light the path and steer home.
#7
Kachina Kachina
Filled between the rainbow of light and the chords of thunder
Between the black and red.
Animals in all their splendor to kiss Gods feet and Mothers
earth.
Dance oh Kachina and fill everyone with joy.
Giving me the scared touch of the depths of your holy creation.
Welcoming your presence like lions coming home to pleasure.
Blessing Blessing to the whole of humanity.
What do I miss in the dance of your treats?
The archetypes that dwell in each consciousness?
Fill the court with the animals and watch them play.
Each path fills, yet again, not mocking.
#8
The gift is of the mind, of the creative source that flows from
the feet of consciousness. Do not ask to take this gift away.
Judgment is not the spark that healed the ill.
#9
Thirsty Ocean Cleansing to its very watery cell
Throwing out the death as we throw out the poisons inside of
us.
No water, no food for thought.
Leave the empty vessel to fill it's heart desire.
Oh Ocean, my cells cry for you
So much water and you cannot drink your own.
I will dance for you.
# 10
Sun shine, sun give drifting warmth on cold feet.
Dew from brother night working into my leathers as hungry cells
of drying parchment die from lack of you.
What welcome do we receive for this sacrifice.
Not to revel ointhe food mass mediad.
A few drops of water and deep feeling for Mother Earth and Her
beautiful ways.
Walk two paths. Native and Christian.
Remember how they meet hanging from the arbor, each on their
cross.
No mockery in the truth of Her way.
But what of the ego, so big to be included on the path.
Forgive, forget and walk on including the laughter, the harmony
of the helpers.
I ask, who's dance is this? Hello, both paths are spoken.
Totality to one.
And separate by the Sun's ray reflecting off the sword as it
reflects both sides.
Include all, include none. Love all, love none. Eat, don't eat.
Love in the way of God.
Sun
Moon Dance
Dance ñ A movement that expresses a tone of character. Moving
to one's thoughts and feelings. Containing an edge on which
to balance one's thoughts. A teeter totter of life's parables
affecting each and every body movement from gross to finite.
An
expression from the soul whereby an unraveling occurs at a rate
set by the heart. Boon boom of life's drum beat, penetrating
slowing or quickly down into the Mothers depths, feeling the
earth shake and the skies open their tears to record the flowing
out through movement.
Watch
out, wake up, are you being called? The earth through your body,
up-down into the expressive tree that now only swings when you
and it meets. However gentle the consummate touch of contact,
you're there to begin the richness of your visions. Eyes open
or closed, whether dressed or undressed, the rich tale begins.
Gentle
souls walk to the tress and return again and again. In a run,
in a skip, separate processions leading a great ship through
the currents. The Tree is our wheel and must turn it in the
only direction left. That is our duty and responsibility.
However
we meet this tree deep in Mother's bowels. Steer her to love,
the heart taking on all reflections, all moons, and sons in
serious intent to step-up the pressure for remembrance. Light
the path and steer home.
Beautiful
Painted Arrow's Sun-Moon Dance
By
Minguel A. Kavlin
In Beautiful Painted Arrow's Sun-Moon dance, we dance for four
days, from sundown on Friday to noon on Monday, fasting from
all food and water, blowing on Eagle or Turkey-Bone whistles
to the sound of drumming and chanting.
In the dance we move from an outer Circle of Life where each
dancer has his or her place towards ñ and away from ñ a center
pole (the Tree of Life), never facing away from it. Through
our movement we join the outer sphere of manifestation and every-day
life to the inner sphere of inspiration and sacredness. Moreover,
through our forward and backward movements we bless the straight-line
of our life's path: with our backward movements we cleanse and
redeem our past ñ from the time of our very first ancestors;
and with our forward movements we empower and bless the future
ñ all the way to the last of our descendents.
Through dancing strenuously to the heat of the Summer Sun, blowing
on bones whistles as we go, we build the inner sun, the fire
within, which with no moisture in the body to soothe it ñ burns
through our blocks and impurities, and clears the path for the
clear spiritual consciousness to manifest itself.
After a couple of days of dancing, after feeling like dying
and unable to go on, one gets uplifted by a renewed energy,
eventually entering a trance-like state where, sometimes, the
soul leaves while the body collapses. At this point, the dance
stops and the body of the dancer is laid on water reeds, whose
moisture the body absorbs like drinking light.
Meanwhile, the dancer's soul is in the care of its spirit guides
who teach him/her the things s/he needs to know to be a better
person and help others.
Eventually, the dancer wakes from his vision, and resumes the
dance to support his/her brothers and sisters who have not yet
passed the threshold and to continue making his/her offering
to life.
This dance is not just for the empowerment and self-transcendence
of the dancer, but is a sacrifice and an offering for the well-being
of family, community, planet, and life in general. It is done
so that the people may live.
Therefore the presence, participation and support of the larger
community is encourages and needed. The relatives of the dancers
get involved many weeks prior to the dance, beading feathers
and sewing aprons and skirts with beautiful patterns for the
dancer to wear during the dance. Relatives will be present for
the duration of the dance, supporting dancers from the sidelines,
and also receiving the blessings and healings that the dance
itself imparts to those close enough to feel its energy.
We extend our blessings and words of encouragement for all the
brothers and sisters who will be participating in Sun and Sun-Moon
dances ñ an all other forms of worship ñ this Summer, towards
that common end we all share the preservation of life on our
planet.
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