~Medicine Bag~

Tsi ge yu i


I promised you a keepsake
scented with my hair
lemongrass and mint
for when the distance
between us became
more than just miles
when your fingers could
no longer reach to
stroke my inner
thoughts and caress
my face and tap into
my creative mind when
I would be cold bones
in a bed of earth


I promised you this
knowing it was sooner
than later my turn
to lay still under the oak
on the mountain where
my grandparents waited
for my untimely arrival
My big heart could not
wage a victorious war
against fate and her demands


I promised my eternal love
but you wanted something
substantive and solid
Corporal sense was real
but you could not hold it
you could not smell it
you could not close your eyes
imagine me laying in your arms


So I made you a medicine bag
filled with my charms
symbols of who I was
scent, touch, words
to wear against your skin
to remember me when
I was no longer here to help
heal your wounded spirit

Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.
Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.

(Part of an Ute Prayer)

 


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I am very passionate, sometimes too impulsive, a lover of life and all that it has to offer.

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