Hoop of Mankind’s New Nation
“But now Summer know it gonna come again. Summer have vision that come on soft wings in the skin of a dream to tell that there be not mistakes made here.” She nudged my leg with her toes. “Feel the floor again. Feel the vibration of the silent drums that beat for old days return. Summer, it all gonna come back again, just like you remember it. And when the great Phoenix is flying free, look closely at what he carries lovingly within his clenched talons. It will be a new green leaf, not from an olive branch, but from the fresh growth of the Sacred Tree that will be flourishing straight and strong within the Hoop of Mankind’s new Nation.”. . .
. . .We remained in deep contemplative stillness as we envisioned the new future. While my teacher’s last eloquent words coursed through my mind, a mystical drumbeat pulsed wildly through my being. And as my heart throbbed in time with the audible thunder of the returning buffalo’s hoofbeats, a lone tear fell upon the worn pine floor–the first tear of happiness that I could finally shed for mankind.
– Mary Summer Rain, Phoenix Rising
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