i am the snow, falling.. layer upon layer, of billions of frozen crystals, blanketing our sacred ground, with a spectacular, glittering cloak. dds 3/2013.
Poverty is a form of genocide. dd
“The only freedom we have, is within the womb of freedom, in our mind.” ~Donna D.Sonnenburg
You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round. The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.
Black Elk; Oglala Sioux Holy Man 1863-1950
“when mercy seasons justice”
My favorite part is the last four words,
Amanda Todd: Your Legacy of Awareness Begins!
She is ‘afraid’.. and the broken spirit, in her eyes, haunt my soul.
Dear World Readers, It is with fearful hesitation, i write.. what i am about to write, and … I AM AFRAID…
As dreams fade, with time, and the color turns to light; i can still see my dreams, in black and white. - D.D.Sonnenburg(1999)
In my Memories.. i carry inside of me, all the lessons learned; the times i got burned; the times i was loved, the times i rose above.. and in those memories i hold; i feel strong and bold; i remember when.. i remember when… i remember when.. before i got, old. D.D.Sonnenburg
BALANCE: back, yet never far
reaching, yet never touching
holding, yet never feeling
hovering, yet never landing
understanding, yet never knowing
loving, yet unloved
always and never
yesterday, and forever
balance…
By: -ddSonnenburg(2004)
