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The Cleansing - John Trudell (Tribal Voice).
The Cleansing
By John Trudell

Little daughter you are so small for a big woman so soft for someone who must be so strong. Little daughter I hold you in my arms I laugh and am happy at your baby girl smile to say I feel good is not enough. Little daughter I walk with you through the dimension called time for what are minutes days or years compared to father daughter places in eternity. Little daughter you the delicate infant child carry the innocent reality I pray for your protection prayers to help you through this life experience. Little daughter at times I hold you next to me I am flowing an infinity of love to fill the times I cannot hold you next to me. Little daughter I am always with you even when you cannot see me there.

Sister, sister I want to talk to the woman in you we are under siege in a troubled time. Sister, sister, wont you hear my voice I am your brother but I have made the mistakes of a man sometimes it's lonely being a man the programming has its affect isolation is such a cruel thing. Sister, sister wont you understand they took your brothers turned them into men like they took our sisters turned them into women. Sister, sister we are all the family of earth they have taken us away in their nuclear war taught us to compete and abuse and blame each other while were all being used. Sister, sister hear my heart it is time to bring the family back together we must remember earth we must remember what life is all about. Sister, sister I am your brother every time I've ever hurt you I have always hurt myself. Sister, sister hear my voice it's all up to us we have a choice.

Crystal clear tears of salt come when my heart talks with sadness. The tears flow my emotional rivers it's no damn use to pretend pain will not rise again. Crystal clear tears of salt help my heart to feel for something when I do not want to clear my vision see my peace men don't cry Indians are stoic I tell that to my heart my eyes they just laugh at me and sometimes when my spirit hurts they make me cry crystal clear tears of salt, purify my memory help me understand this is not the beginning nor the end.

For my children to the people I can talk when it comes to you I know what to say its just that I don't know how. I love you that is not the question showing it has been confusing my life has drifted all ways somehow I could just never stay. I've rationalized I am headed to a goal yet sometimes my heart hears me running to a future always from the past. I love you don't want you hurt I want you to realize your potential I have always been afraid to interfere my bias, my prejudices my doubt the weaker sides of me I had to protect you make you stronger. Compassion is to be your companion as you head to your destiny. I tried the only way I knew please try to understand I didn't know what else to do and I love you.

Yesterday's laughter is the balance for today, today's tears are the cleansing for tomorrow. We started out so long ago there was no one teach us what we had to know. The days were ours the times they were extreme we did our best and we did our worst in a constant struggle to understand why. Illusions and fantasies battering us teaching us the hard way forcing us to find a right way. Shelter and comfort coming where we found it constantly moving it was like being chased by something we did not understand. Many are the times we could have just laid down and died but the will of life helped us to survive as we traveled through life with yesterday's laughter the balance for today and today's tears a cleansing for tomorrow

Young ones listen remember who we are remember where we are do not take the word of America listen to them as in caution, live among them as in surrounded live not as they live, live to appreciate. Seconds ago an eternity ancient ones decided way before wounded spirits dreams shattering under aggression earth is mother we are children the protection is are innocence. Seconds ago it was decided we are the middle of forever look for your medicine there is a white world gone mad thinking protection is in force greed the machine prays on them but they will not admit it or do anything about it they have no medicine with backs turned on children and elders they do not even care for air or water or land or life too confused to care is no way to live. Young ones listen remember who you are remember where you are remember why you are.



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