This poem is from Follow: Akashic Dreaming through Time. I was having vivid dreams which brought about this book. It felt like I was reliving past lives. This one is about a female Native American healer.
SACRED LAND OF WISHES AND DREAMS
Grinding of mortar and pestle matches the passing steam engine train’s sound. Healing herbs swish in frantic anticipation of healing the starburst wounds of paleface rifles. The humble love of Earth while land condenses under other’s domination. Sorrow for sacred land of wishes and dreams. Mix Trail of Tears elixir into the unknown earth. I followed.