
Tree roots run deep into the soil
all connected and intertwined
they communicate through ancient incredible mycelia networks
to which the scientists are finally catching up
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the xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam) moved in as the delta was forming
9000 years ago
their actions, the trees, and nature
all in a symbiotic dance
each nurtured and affected by the other
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newcomers arrived
the ancients were ripped from their lands
shoved in a corner
told they were savages, backwards, and lesser humans
there was an ongoing multi-generational assault
attempting complete cultural extermination
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horrors inflicted remain untold
sparing the hearts of caring, receptive souls
even though inside we are raw
and my soul rots from the inside
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anger misdirected, people isolated
it was all too unbearable, never ending
day after day after day
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need to forget, to distract, to ignore
in any way possible
clouding the mind
avoiding loved ones
lashing out indiscriminately
at anything, anyone within reach
internal insanity
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eventually reaching for lifelines
some type of therapy, a good medicine
drumming & dancing = cultural regeneration
laughter and humour vital to our survival
building ourselves, and then bridging the chasm
to the hearts of our conquistadors
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learning, listening, receiving
then sharing
stories, culture, community, depth, and love
reminding others of paradise lost
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relearning just how amazingly relevant we all are
in this age of destruction, short-sightedness, and arrogance
this incessant comfort-seeking, media-distracted, squandering of lives
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there is a lack of meaning, a lack of insight, a complete lack of vision
slaves to their ancient European rules,
mindlessly engaging in their old—now outdated—ways,
at the complete expense of the actual world,
with all of its creatures, and our mutual survival
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we are getting back to our roots
so full of love, respect, and belonging
welcoming the world to know
who we are
strong, resilient, powerful, survivors
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As we live on the unyielding bones of countless generations of caretakers,
and the spirit of the natural world which they swore to protect,
we can feel the power of their ghosts,
though mostly unrecognizable,
a timeless part of these lands,
granite like, timeless, undefeatable, and impenetrable.
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It is still possible, if you truly pay attention,
within the deepest parts of yourself,
to be aware of an undeniable and unyielding energy of this
natural, healing, loving, embracing, beautiful, nourishing,
unyielding reality,
which is buzzing with life,
and which will never relinquish its power
to heal, nurture, and transform.
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So please pay attention, as if our very lives depend on it, and may we all be the richer for it.
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G̱ilakas'la




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