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Judith Mountain Leaf Volborth
The Medicine Stone
Listen,
this woman
she burns sage and cedar,
braids bits of abalone shells
and sweetgrass into her hair
as she sings to the Moon
moss tongue soft.
Using the luminous strands
of spiders
she paints the language of clouds
onto ancient stone,
medicine for knowing spirits.
Spinning her songs softly,
visions pool at her feet,
beads of light gather on the water.
Fluids charms for her medicine bundle,
these boneseeds of imagination crystallize
Standing in Moon light
she recognizes her own solitary form,
spreads her fingers into a
four-point star
and dances the steps
of the Northern Lights.
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The Medicine Stone
Listen,
this woman
she burns sage and cedar,
braids bits of abalone shells
and sweetgrass into her hair
as she sings to the Moon
moss tongue soft.
Using the luminous strands
of spiders
she paints the language of clouds
onto ancient stone,
medicine for knowing spirits.
Spinning her songs softly,
visions pool at her feet,
beads of light gather on the water.
Fluids charms for her medicine bundle,
these boneseeds of imagination crystallize
Standing in Moon light
she recognizes her own solitary form,
spreads her fingers into a
four-point star
and dances the steps
of the Northern Lights.
201
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