Intently the river flows annuniating the healing words
by pounding his fists onto rocks.
Long man speaks.
I listen
The Ada'ya The Mighty Oaks
have something to share with you
I wedge my body
between two maked wooden lovers and
continue to open my heart
They speak
I listen
Memories are stored in the leaves for a while
then change colors revealing their inner selves
to all who care to be entertained
Next they go into a period of death
molding into the Earth Mother
their past experiences
It is then empties limbs are
clasped toward Father Sky
awaiting a renewal of storings
They speak
I listen
I understand
Life is not a progessive development of mistakes
Rather it is a cyclical experience of nature
To move forward is to share the memories that hurt
to speak them aloud
is to take the power from them
To hand the hurt
to Yihowa
The Elders Fires Above
I thank the mighty oaks
and return
to the Oconaluftee
He Speaks
I listen
Remember who you are !
he whisper into my troubled soul
No one and no thing can change this !
I listen silently as he stutters swiftly
over the smooth and silky rocks
blending his wisdom into my soul
A wash of waves from deep within
brings the spirit horses
I ride away
The river has spoke
I have listened
I have healed
written by: M Moore
