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Spiritual awakening of literature. |
| Morning sun: You reach through the curtains this crack of dawn. My eyes unguardedly welcomes you. Sight is restored. Awoken. Your radiance shines into me. The air you deliver to my lungs rejuvenates me from my nightly slumber. Lost in dreams. A different world. Morning sun: Touch me deeply into the day Allow blessings from the holy nation above - to cleanse me, endlessly. See me as I am. My moccasin feet. My calico shirt. My ruffled skirt. Glittered with cedared beliefs. Morning sun: I am adorned with you. Dressed in the colors of the Sacred directions- Abalone shell Turquoise Black jet White shell. Eastern… Southern… Western… Northern… Directions. Grant me the fill in the blanks of this cycle. See me not how the white shadows perceives me. But see me as the red and brown tones of the earth that I am. Morning sun: I am adorned with you. Clothed, smeared in your creation of paint. Abalone shell. Turquoise. Black jet. White shell. I am of you. Divine. Natural. Romance me. Let the saga resume. |