Many things I can teach them…but because my path is mostly trodden by foreigners who’s appearances initiates within them deep mistrust, fear, mockery, and even a denied but very apparent national/ religious/ or racial superiority complex, they thrust their fingers in their ears like children who’s mother is yelling at them to wash their hands before dinner. Two words…ReeH…and RuuH…the first means the wind…the second the living soul. Both words come from the same root, but allow me to explain the beautiful correlation of the two. U’ve read my posts. Like everyone else pretty much emotionally I can be quite contradictory. The nature of the soul is similar to that of the wind. From where does it come? To where does it go? Up, down, and all around lol I’d love for one person on earth accurately to describe the origins or ultimate destination of the wind. It can’t be done. Is not the soul a greater mystery than that query? Ur thoughts, ur moods, ur feelings…don’t they move like falling dancers through u daily? Twisting, bending, and turning with a seemingly irrational mind of their own… it’s said in our holy books that the creator blew of his spirit into man to give him life and render him an animate and sentient being. We’re not simple…we’re very…very complex..is not the wind?..and once again what is a breath but the blowing of wind?… in and out…moving…changing. Minds… hearts…souls!…this is why it’s said no one is perfect…no one here can perpetually stay still and be emotionally as unmoving as a statue or a work on canvas is. Here’s the thing though… God’s challenge to us and his command to be submitted to or ignored but not without consequence. The same as u walk home on a windy day, being pushed around by nature’s breath from all angles, fight to keep upright and vertical. Keep to the course home during these windy days as straight as u can… mentally,spiritually,physically in our earthly traverses forward this challenge “will” present itself to confront our drive and resolve to get to where we’re meant to go…I pray u all get home safely. Pack Redfeather

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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