" Deep Dream "

I feel the pull deep in my bones as confusion is leaving me with nothing but a breast plate of a ghost song echoing to me as I rest, layed asleep. Many connections I can sense and feel, listening to my own weeping tears as I hear my ancestors call. Prayer everyday as the sounds of drumbeats dance and say, stay and walk the good red road as beauty will guide my way always as each step I prepare to take.
I can see the grassy lands; the mustangs roaming free as painted pictures revealed in my inner depth of memory. Within my spirit and dreams I can see colorful sand paintings, star shapes seen; unraveling the things needed to be accepted within my deep dream, praying held like a key as upon my awaking I will still see, the chest of new hope awaiting as I turned the key it opened up my eyes, refilling my cup as my life is the deep dream.

Dia M. Aliah Gardner-Martin