Dreamtime Song

Completing the Sacred Circle

By Edna Peirce Dixon

August 12, 2023

August 8, 2015

How shall I sing my song?

I scarce know where to start.

The hour is late and all I know,

This song must come from my heart.

Sings Many Songs was the name he gave,

The one with the Heart of a Bear.

‘Twas a gift from Spirit, but I did not know,

The songs I was meant to sing.

Like a cloak too large, the name didn’t fit,

So, on a shelf it languished, unclaimed.

And then one day, by Spirit’s hand,

A teacher came with wisdom rare,

Through untold pain, this teacher arose,

A Ghost, dancing in Spirit’s domain.

Drumming and singing the old wisdom songs,

Of gratitude, strength, perseverance, and hope,

With a heart of kindness, he gives his all,

To teach the struggling to heal their pain,

And to walk their path in a better way,

Cloaked in Beauty, Peace, and Love.

So I heard the drumbeat and listened with intent,

Now little by little, Spirit touched this seeking soul.

As in a dreamtime, the sacred path arose,

Raising her up to that long-hidden name.

How shall I sing my new song from the heart?

I ask my Spirit guides for a start.

The vision of Red-tail will help keep me strong,

The sweet Wood Thrush flute song carries my prayers

On the winds of gratitude for Creator to hear.

With courage and devotion and love,

I Sing Many Songs for all I hold dear.

May you each become the joyful being we are all meant to be.

Sings Many Songs August 8, 2015

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But what of tomorrow? What more does this mean?

Is Sings Many Songs truly my name?

Or was it just a gesture, an honor from a friend?

Like dreams and dandelions, blowing in the wind.

Do we even exist if no one calls our name?

Creator knew the answer; I could only wonder.

The meaning, like the future, was not for me to ponder.

Long years went by, my question still unanswered.

Till the mystical power of kinship opened a way,

 A Mother’s heart from the beyond reached out, tapped me on the shoulder.

Walk with my boy, came the urging, Walk with my boy. Listen, he needs you now!

So I took the veiled path,

Only vaguely aware of his dark reality.

And when we spoke, this Native stranger and me,

He said his name is Walks On The Grass.

I gave him mine almost tentatively.

Then our next exchange, when we spoke our names,

I called him Walks; he called me Sings!

How sweet is this? He called me SINGS!

Months passed into years; we spoke of many things,

Of pain, regrets and sorrows, of beauty, hopes and dreams.

And then one day, a gift arrived,

Walks wrote this poem; it touched my heart:

Sings Many Songs

She’s been so many things throughout her life,

A mother, a healer, a friend and a wife,

A helper to the People, and a blessing to us all,

Never one to walk away, she answered every call..

She Sings Many Songs.

She has been a big part of my life,

Become close to me in this short time,

She’s been a friend who helped me find my way,

In times when I thought I’d lose my mind.

She Sings Many Songs.

She’s been so many places, and some she tells me of,

And through it all she has always stood tall, filling hearts with love,

When the whole wide world has let me down, she’s always been around,

And offered encouragement and truth, this is what I’ve found.

She Sings Many Songs.

Ahoa, Mitakuye Oyasin,

Steven “Walks On The Grass” Maisenbacher,

Dec 23, 2021 Merry Christmas Sings

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Thanks to three who’ve touched my life,

The circle is complete,

I’m now at one with my Native name.

But all things change, names too, you see,

All along this was his Mother’s plea,

The one who used to call me Sings,

Now calls me, Mom; on this we did agree.

And when the morning flowers come,

By messenger, as they always do,

I smile (for my cousin and me) and answer,

“Thank you Son, you mean the world to me.”

The golden leaves of autumn,

Fragile as they may be,

One by one, drift softly down to Mother Earth

To rest in harmony, as one, upon the mighty rock beneath the tree.

Walks, I long to see your face, hear you drum, sing your songs.

Till then, as life’s golden days drift gently by

Like summer sun and butterflies upon the Joe Pye weed,

I’ll be content to sing my songs,

And pray the future will be well and good,

For you and all who touch the world with loving kindness.

EPDixon August 12, 2023

August 10, 2025

Message from Ghost Dancer once again he has been languishing in a prison cell – now for 9 hard months with no trial. . . all because of people in high places who wish to silence him, this time forever. . .  I shared this song with Ghost lest he forget he is not forgotten. He sent this in return. . .

Estonkos Dear Heart,

 yes you have such a beautiful heart and spirit. Sing in Beauty and Love so it surrounds you in every  way. it is a journey that is filled with everything that exists and guidance shall always be there  for you.

 This song is awesome you have written and walked.

 Much has come to pass, and more to come. Walk In Beauty and Love Always !! ttyl Love YA Ghost