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In The Shadow of Night
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In the shadow of night.
Sometimes, in the shadow of night.
I become spirit.
The walls, the bars, the gratings
disolve into light and I unloosen myself and fly through the inner darkness of my being.
I become transparent. A bright shadow.
A bird of dreams, singing from the tree of life.
I have no presence.
I have only a past and perhaps a future.
The presence has been taken from me.
I'm left in an empty space whos darkness, I carve, carve at with a knife in my mind.
I must carve myself a new out of the razor wire of fuzzyness.
I will know the essence and the pain of freedom.
I will be ordinary again.
Yes ordinary.
That terrifying condition where all is a possability.
Where a presence exists and must be faced.
Listen to me, listen. I am the Indian voice.
Hear me crying out of the wind.
Hear me crying out of the silence.
I am the Indian voice. Listen to me.
I speak for our ancestors.
They cry out to you from the unstill grave.
I speak for the children yet unborn.
They cry out to you from the unspoken silence.
I am the Indian voice. Listen to me.
I am a chorus of millions.
Hear us.
Our Eagle cry will not be still.
We are your own conscience calling to you.
We are yourself, crying unheard within you.
Let my unheard voice be heard.
Let me speak in my heart and the words be heard whispering on the wind to millions.
To all to hear. To all with ears to hear and hearts to beat as one with mine.
Put your ear to the Earth and hear my heart beating there.
Put your ear to the wind and hear me speaking there.
We are the voice of the Earth, of the future, of the mystery.
Hear us
Hear us
Hear us.
FREE LENARD PELTIER
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