each culture has preconceived collective perceptions
to their minds eye within any community
they have judgments to conceivably offer everyone too
yet fail to see into their own contemptuous mirrors
passing over graves of human life with disregard…
..and if only the natives knew beforehand
The greed of thieves whom offer falsity
And yet stand with stiff callous shoulders
And a spirit weak within integrity to their self...
Listening to the deafness of blind voices.
Intuitive eyes of life’s visionary
are paths taken to mountain's passages
where stone bridges are secret caves…
Mother earth whispers her conceptual divinity;
Secrets unannounced to so little few...
The stoic gods
of sacred buffalo spiritsare
the richness of seasons' truth
unforeseen by lies;
Where pilgrims sailed ships bowery shores…
The pillars harvest thier crops of family unisons.
Working under pastures, planting fertile seeds;
Sown with the cultivating bonds of sharing growth;