Until I had seen on screen the imagination of dream that was captured by the world of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, I felt grips within my seat were song and story were wonder.
It travelled a distance within my mind to long for dreams I could be that, touching rooftops for a chase as the moon is bright and being.
An angel came back to me to give me this song from true prayer at the white river.
to battle endurance takes place where you are earned by the work you make. A battle of endurance is to remember within a dog paddle for survival.
I made the swim of promise and went into a journey to learn that place a black dog can paddle. In the woes of my human ears, fast as you can from Fionna were there. To be this the last challenge of hurt in my heart, It is to remember old ways of enduring from a physical property that people of visit can not and may never understand.
When Taqsablu told me her story it was hers.
I went the day to be there in snow and remember to this day I had no direction but still, wanting to honor the battle of endurance of language. It was not meant for me to be there that day. The time I had with her at side with my grandmother I can now let go of.
Going up to an isolation and take a day of resolve, to see the water that moves us all and put your hand in it. Without teachings of Tsa-qwa-supp and Dxwsqius I would have not the value or endurance to climb.
My uncle made fun of movies where it is dramatized to have a blade in mouth. Yet in desperate times I would imagine it was a need that looked good on film.
My father survived cancer and he raised me, and for trade of challenge I go this place.
I still recall a day a man walked into the store I was just 17 and he gave me conversation. He talked about the days baseball leagues were separated and how they played at Muckleshoot.
I told him I was Puyallup and my family. That week I was scammed by a man to tint my windows and was scraping by. I didn’t say much back to him but he said to me, it looks like you are working hard. He gave me a hundred dollar bill. It was all I needed to get me thru that week.
from that place of swim I can bring back a memory in heart of mentoring, no paint on my face only endurance.
the blade within my hand is placed, a grip I can not let go of.
A surging heart, my huč is blade in my mouth still. A time I challenged my being and self worth looking over deep water, something drew me back to be this place and call.
When the world was fearful of Ghost dance movement that is something I don’t understand or research. In search of being, one of mind takes on enduring ceremony by value of a place few will ever know or understand.
The arms I’ve grown into and places I go. Remembrance of places I already know and defend.
Kamaitachi.