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The Dead Speak

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jwesley
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The Dead Speak




"You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because
the Power of the World always works in  circles, and everything tries to be
round…The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a
ball, and so are  the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.
Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion
as ours....Even the seasons form a circle in their changing,
and always come back to where they were. The life
of man is a circle from  childhood to childhood,
and so it is in everything where power moves."
: Black Elk ~~~~>Oglala Sioux
Holy man
~~~
The dead speak
and the words they say
dig deep…to the soul, agonizingly
spreading truths that burrow through flesh and bone,
heart and mind, truths so strong and evident that the blind
see their wisdom, and the deaf hear the ageless cries of soul-speakers,
caught in the timeless vortex of man's senseless inhumanity to man.

~~~

The dead speak
so the living may hear, and
learn, imbuing timeless knowledge,
trial and error understanding, concepts learned,
handed down through centuries, passed on from the great
nations of the land, who understood, protected and loved,
who instilled from generation to generation that all things were bothers,
gifts to one another; all things were to be respected, and honored,
used not abused, one under the Great Spirit's hand.
~~~
The dead speak, but the living, in their self-indulgent,
self-idolizing, self-aggrandizing,
self-complacent ways,
have forgotten
to listen.



w.james beard, jr.





[This message has been edited by jwesley (edited 09-13-2000).]
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1 posted 09-11-2000 11:19 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

I almost got my rattle out for this...

simple and wise and true, in the language of the spirit of the heritage...very impressive,

I enjoyed much, oh shaman/poet...
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2 posted 09-12-2000 12:02 AM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

Excellently written and I agree completely. The dead know everything and do speak to us and, for the most part, we have indeed forgotten to listen.....
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..very beautifully created and written. May we heed your voice of wisdom and react accordingly. Thank you for this one. Marcy
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If you listen hard enough you can hear, unfortunately we shake our heads and say to ourselves,  Gee why did I say that, or what made me do that.  We all have done this at some time in our lives.
Your words touched me.  Thank you.
Fee


Expressions,
are the most important aspects, they create impressions
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5 posted 09-12-2000 07:07 PM       View Profile for Sven   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Sven

Exactly. . . which is why we must always be ready to listen. . . never thinking that we know all. . .

Excellent. . .

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That which gives light must endure burning
--Victor Frankl

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6 posted 09-13-2000 07:57 PM       View Profile for jwesley   Email jwesley   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for jwesley

Serenity, didn't think of it that way but after re-looking I guess it does have kind of a chant like to it...

Balladeer, in many ways we have, I think...and Marcy...Thank YOU!

Well said Fee, and thanks to you, too, sven.
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"The dead speak and the words they say dig deep…to the soul, agonizingly spreading truths that burrow through flesh and bone, heart and mind, truths so strong and evident that the blind see their wisdom, and the deaf hear the ageless cries of soul-speakers, caught in the timeless vortex of man's senseless inhumanity to man."

WOW James! This is so powerfully stated ... excellent writing to compliment the wisdom behind this message ... so true! Wonderful writing here!  

Best wishes,
/Kit
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So many lessons and stories are passed to us from our ancestors...and yes, we need to listen..wonderfully wise writing..enjoyed thoroughly!
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James

the dead
speak,
listen do
I, as do
you

the dead
speak,
long after
we are gone

You shall
be heard
as I hope
our words
go on

thank you


Karilea
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Amazing work...I loved your thoughts on
this...haunting and comforting at the same
time...Awesome!!
jwesley
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Thank you Kit, Martie, Sunshine, and BDC...(I love all your works by the way), indeed the dead do speak and the lessons they teach are many, but like teenagers, we think we know more and can do it better....so WHERE ARE all the forest today, and pristine streams, etc...I think our, humanities attitude today, towards the "old ones", is kinda like this poem states about kids/adults....>



The Kids


Small wonder
that things aren't the same anymore.
I mean,
with the kids doing their own thing now.
Mom and Dad are part of the past now.
They are the ancient soothsayers
whose knowledge is far surpassed
by the wiser,
smarter,
kids.
The kids,
follicles of growth.
Progeny gone wild.
I pity the old.
The old.
The you and me.
The parents that did their damnedest
to nurture
and protect,
to imbue,
to prepare them for the reality of living.
We didn't fail.
We just ceased to grow.
At least,
that's what the kids think.
We stopped expanding.
Became stagnant.
And the kids left us stuck in the miasma of age,
while they grew with the exuberance,
the immortality of youth.
The kids.
Leonine novices,
stylish parvenu,
forgetting their roots.

W. James Beard, Jr.





jwesley






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As my Mom approaches death and I listen to her talk of her dreams and her memories, I hear the dead speaking to her.  As they come to her, I learn because she shares with me what she is experiencing.  I am so fortunate to have this time with my Mom ... and to have a mother who is loving enough to teach me how to die.

She will be speaking to me for eternity.

Alison
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