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I walk in more lands
than I have feet;
spiritual wanderer,
indigenous foreigner.
Do I cling to the land of my father
or submit to the land of my birth?
Do I belong to either?
Do I belong to this land or that?
Where is my heart?
Am I of this skin?
This soul?
What is my nature?
I see I am all,
both dark and light,
new and old.
None and all.
I am of this skin,
this nature, this soul,
this heart.
I am fluttering like a bird's wings.
I am beating like a drum.
I am cool and dark like the old forest.
I am hot and harsh like the perilous swamp.
What am I not?
What does not belong to me?
Only that which does not flow in my blood.
I sit in Cypress roots and Oak branches.
There is no thing forbidden to my flesh.
I am of many people,
a melting together of lands.
What am I not?
Here there is a feather in the mud
and I cannot tell which bird it belongs to.
It is me.
I am beating like a drum.
than I have feet;
spiritual wanderer,
indigenous foreigner.
Do I cling to the land of my father
or submit to the land of my birth?
Do I belong to either?
Do I belong to this land or that?
Where is my heart?
Am I of this skin?
This soul?
What is my nature?
I see I am all,
both dark and light,
new and old.
None and all.
I am of this skin,
this nature, this soul,
this heart.
I am fluttering like a bird's wings.
I am beating like a drum.
I am cool and dark like the old forest.
I am hot and harsh like the perilous swamp.
What am I not?
What does not belong to me?
Only that which does not flow in my blood.
I sit in Cypress roots and Oak branches.
There is no thing forbidden to my flesh.
I am of many people,
a melting together of lands.
What am I not?
Here there is a feather in the mud
and I cannot tell which bird it belongs to.
It is me.
I am beating like a drum.
I am from my father, German, Iroquois, French Canadian and from my mother, Cherokee, Irish and Welsh. To put it mildly, I'm a mutt. Sometimes it's a little confusing.
© 2013 - 2024 loralye
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