Seven Chiefs hold this space
Where the largest prayers are made,
Ribbons of pure light flow
Around and through the movements,
Blowing through their open chests.
Seven Teachers hold close
The dust beneath each seat,
Sitting upon the cold and deep,
Holding a space between —
That space where we are safe.
Seven Children sit in circle
Singing and playing drums,
Retelling the tales with smiles —
Notice as the halo rises from Center
To dance with them.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”