Copyright 2013
The Lady in the window speaks to me,
The Corn Maiden of long ago seeks to be free.She walked this place before the Tongva came,
The Peoples of the Earth She bestowed her Blessings upon.
Reconciliation now is sought,
Land and lives should no longer be sold or bought.
Honor and love the ground on which you stand,
It is your sacred Mother whose ancient fragments strengthen your stand.
The land still heals,
though Modern Man poisons Her so.
The rooted plants still bring soundness,
from the depths below.
Humble your hearts, abundance you squandered.
The Sacred Mother always forgave your blunders.
She silently waits,
for your birthright to take,
the time has come to wake.
