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Jun 2015
As Aztec Warrior,
I spirit walk as the Grey Wolf.
Roam North in the shadows
until I reach our tall brothers.
Standing proudly they
willfully share their long ago wisdom
to all who pass by.

“We were here
when your “People”
first came here
heading South into barren lands
and harsh sun.
It is good to see you have survived
and return in your true form.”

“But you must return soon
and warn all you see
there is great danger on its way.
A strange people will come
with shinny blades
and magic sticks
to conquer and destroy
our natural ways.
As they spread
over all the lands,
even our Mother
will be defiled,
***** by their evil superstitions.
It will be up to those
with true hearts,
with love of beauty
and courage to fight
to make the Earth right.
Go back Aztec Warrior,
tell your people what you have heard
from your Great, Great
Grandfather, the Sequoia trees.”

I awoke in human form,
the vision fresh in my mind.
As I look around,
stand on these concrete streets,
I wonder loudly,
Am I too late?

Aztec Warrior 6.13.15
Aztec Warrior
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Aztec Warrior  NYC
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