In snow or on grass or with snow on them on snow...the bison grab - TopicsExpress



          

In snow or on grass or with snow on them on snow...the bison grab my breath, always, out past Hudson, WI, just off the freeway southwest of Hammond. As the first snow of the season arrives, I repost this photo reposted by a friend...because it is the same clear feeling every year. These are thefirst people of the Prairie. Others come and go, are brushed-aside, are displaced by cities, trains, freeways, farms, even armies; or if not by armies, then by pre-emptive treaties. So far as I know, our spiritual elders never formed treaties, or agreements, with these people. So far as I understand it, I live as heir to a religious tradition wherein there is not one representative who can speak the languages of the bison. I also am born of a People that once gunned-these-People-down, with Gatellen Guns, for their tongues, alone, in terms of usage of the animal-body of one of these People...and probably another, even more compelling reason, was to keep the train-rails clear for locomotives. We are all vulnerable to natural-pressures and powers-not-native-to-our-own-hearts, if they are associated with a strong-enough desire to achieve our elimination. It does not require much to reduce a great being or a great human being or a great group of beings,,,so long as the being is tangible, and the desire to do so is active, and the desire to be active in doing so is not inturrepted. These are great engines of the land. They are the result of an arrangement that can be thought about in many different ways; valued in several different ways; inherent in this prairie place; a requirement once long satisfied by their kind. These are some of those who are left of that Creatures lineage. They are not a problem, inherently requiring a solution. They ARE the capacity to improve the results on certain soil tests, errosion treatment plans. They are pretty clearly the Lands true eyes, and ears, and nose, and mouth...and its Heart. Everything they do on this Land is a Prayer...Hoof Beats that massage its Heart...and a stillness that Holds its place in Natures Imagination.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 18:36:46 +0000

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