Ancestral Weaving from Four Winds by Jedaya Barboza

Dance, Dance
For the rolling of the thunder
In our beating heart
Lives within the mother drum
Remember, Remember
The stories of the time keepers
The songs, the prayers of the ancient ones
We are born of Water
Elemental magick spinning
Webs of fire light twirling with passion
Weaving without us
Weaving within us
We are made of Dust and Light and Love
The Echos of the Goddess forms like a medicine wheel in the mind
And time is cyclical
Get ready to heal your ancestral lineage
Gather round the sacred fire
Burn it all away, what no longer serves the community
Hands up! Turning in each direction
BE HERE WITH US NOW
Feel the mother in the ground you walk upon
Tiny feet dancing prayers for seven generations.
Seven generations. Seven generations.

Words: Jedaya 🦋 Barboza

• Devotional
• Native American
• Spoken Word
• medicine songs
• native
• poetry
• spoken
• tribal
• Hawaii