Indigenous

INDIGENOUS


Indigenous not Irish

Is a term I long to return to

From this land where I stand is the place I call home

From this planet of earth

Is where I've been birthed

Its not invasion, Caucasion nor Asian

Is has no memories of where you rest in

It simply knows you

Within your relationship of how you treat your kin

The animals, trees, the strong winter breeze can raise insomnia from your knees

So that you can say 'Please'

Please remember this moment, these connections called 'now'

Treat your brothers and sosters with the reverence of the Holy Cow

Seek comfort in my seasons

Allow nature to be your lover

The end of conquering is coming

We need 'indigenous' to transcribe from the Mother

Im not Afican

Im not Pagan

Nor German

Nor from Spain

I simply exist through this moment of our aim

So I twist my fingers and carry my bow

But i do not go a plundering

I am here to sow

Wheat, oats and Barley

Fields of Golden Hay

Freah milky pastures

That call me each day

But as I sow my plot

Ill rever my kin

The birds, bees and forest folk

Ill not bend them, ill not win

I'll simply align with the moment of 'now'

And I'll teist my bow into the Holy Cow

The arrow of destiny

The maker of dreams

The coming home to the practise of 'simply being'

Being with my Mother

Gracious Mother Earth

Honouring her children

And this Oh so Holy birth

Treading ever so softly

Not to conquer but to stand

Amongst all of the indigenous

The Ones that wear no brand