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I hear you whispering to me             it's alright my child      I know you want this to be over                  I am right here              I will always be right here             don't give up you hear me?    As long as you can still grasp a breath                           you fight       You breathe...so keep breathing.           Your body...your soul             may be fighting you          It is older and has taken      on many troubles and trauma        but your spirit needs to stay you have important work still to do here         As they press on your throat     Trying to check the last bit of air       the Red tail Hawks Circle in the sky                  we are here                Do not be afraid       You were born with white blood         The ones who have dark blood              are angry that it is       still running through their veins                 are afraid of you              Your light is so bright            they fear getting burned        Time may not be on your side But you will know when the time is right        you are the silvertip grizzly bear    who smells from many miles away who will rip flesh with your mighty                 claws in seeming anger                            His smell seven times stronger than the Bloodhound            your nose is a time traveler       while they see someone's name                             carved in          a heart in the tree they will know           this person loves someone else                     you know who made the carving       what was on the soles of their feet         what direction they walked in    And to stay away if they are dangerous         little Portia...jumping spider         you can see in four dimensions       Opening Our Eyes to history as ancient Greek statues were painted                         not white          your evolutionary camouflage      is useless against the death machine           the black Emperor Scorpion which to you glows in a bright blue green        you are also like the monarch butterfly                  waking from sleep cocooned             living only a few months       migration that spans Generations born knowing exactly how to get to their              greatest grandfathers home               who left six months ago                 not told by your Mother You are the beautiful white bleeding heart      that I planted outside your door     you didn't know where it came from   It will provide you ease from your pain                and calm  your nerves       you must extract this from the root          It all feels very important              To speak the truth              to get it all down      It feels like it might be too late                 but it is not    just remember to keep breathing        As long as you have a breath     as long as you can grasp a breath                  you breathe                  keep fighting                      I am here                  I am with you            I will always be here. Cherie Nolan© 2016
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
"As Long As You Grasp A Breath...You Breathe"
I hear you whispering to me             it's alright my child      I know you want this to be over                  I am right here              I will always be right here             don't give up you hear me?    As long as you can still grasp a breath                           you fight       You breathe...so keep breathing.           Your body...your soul             may be fighting you          It is older and has taken      on many troubles and trauma        but your spirit needs to stay you have important work still to do here         As they press on your throat     Trying to check the last bit of air       the Red tail Hawks Circle in the sky                  we are here                Do not be afraid       You were born with white blood         The ones who have dark blood              are angry that it is       still running through their veins                 are afraid of you              Your light is so bright            they fear getting burned        Time may not be on your side But you will know when the time is right        you are the silvertip grizzly bear    who smells from many miles away who will rip flesh with your mighty                 claws in seeming anger                            His smell seven times stronger than the Bloodhound            your nose is a time traveler       while they see someone's name                             carved in          a heart in the tree they will know           this person loves someone else                     you know who made the carving       what was on the soles of their feet         what direction they walked in    And to stay away if they are dangerous         little Portia...jumping spider         you can see in four dimensions       Opening Our Eyes to history as ancient Greek statues were painted                         not white          your evolutionary camouflage      is useless against the death machine           the black Emperor Scorpion which to you glows in a bright blue green        you are also like the monarch butterfly                  waking from sleep cocooned             living only a few months       migration that spans Generations born knowing exactly how to get to their              greatest grandfathers home               who left six months ago                 not told by your Mother You are the beautiful white bleeding heart      that I planted outside your door     you didn't know where it came from   It will provide you ease from your pain                and calm  your nerves       you must extract this from the root          It all feels very important              To speak the truth              to get it all down      It feels like it might be too late                 but it is not    just remember to keep breathing        As long as you have a breath     as long as you can grasp a breath                  you breathe                  keep fighting                      I am here                  I am with you            I will always be here. Cherie Nolan© 2016
I don't know where all this is coming from part of my Native American studies things I am observing every day and trying to share when I can when I am able. Thank you for caring and reading I feel this is important for some reason so I guess I'll just keep writing and trying to read and absorb as much as I can of or creators work. The bleeding heart really is outside my door.... it might sound strange but I really feel that my native ancestors are speaking. :)
Moi-Cherie
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
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