MAKA…

4.MAKA-Earth Family

MAKA

Chickasaw Earth Family

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Acrylics and Watercolors

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Quote:  We never had a thought of exchanging our land for any other…fearing the consequences may be similar to transplanting an old tree, which would wither and die away. –Levi Colbert (?-1834) a Native American of the Chickasaw; He was also called Itte-wamba Mingo, meaning bench chief. He had never thought that it would be very difficult for the Chickasaws to convert to the American ways.

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Doubtful Heart…

The world stops, time stands still, the

Universe becomes a vacuum, the heart

Pounds.  Life is unkind; memories fill

Emptiness, emotions surface into an

Unyielding mind.

The search for happiness is a story untold,

Bearable by barricading heart and soul.

Seek a reason to unlock loves door, sealed

Shut so many years before.

Why does love come so easily to have people

Toss it away, for some, it never comes to stay.

The mind tells the one left behind that they will

Survive, love will come, and love will thrive.

The heart behind the wall is always trying to

Escape; waiting to be found.  The world stopped,

Time stood still, the universe becomes a vacuum

And the heart begins to pound.

Yet, if you can remember only one unforgettable

Time, sometimes love has no reason or rhyme.  The

Clouds part, familiar stirring begins; you tell yourself

To be patient doubtful heart.

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Mother and Child…

3.ANNA-Mother and Child

Anna

Mother and Child

The likeness of this black and gray watercolor with sponge background is that of my granddaughter and her son.  My thought in this portrayal was that of a Native American mother and child, with emphasis on my Native American heritage in the Chickasaw Old-Towne Tribe in Eastern Mississippi.

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Seasons…

Making yourself live without contact with

others, you are doomed.  Like the flowers of

summer without human contact, the soul

may cease to bloom.

Time and stillness may be an important need;

to reject sharing life with others, may be the

greatest form of greed.  Purpose has its seasons,

life follows a well-planned path; your journey has

a reason.

Clearing the mind and restoring the spirit will

smooth any rutted road; there is a plan of how

your life should unfold.  You may be on the right

path today; the journey may seem rough, the

essence and energy of your spirit will find the true

way.

Gratefulness, awareness and God’s grace is woven

within the fabric of your being for a reason. Devote

today to discovering your true self create your own

season.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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Rubble of Yesterday…

Promises of the mind set aside in

the days of youth; visions stored

in a hopeful place to become dim

memories and fade away.

A glimpse into the window of twilight

time lays the tombstones of yesterday’s

promises; rubble covered with reminiscent

vine.

Embers burn within the soul, no peace

can one find; there are fewer tomorrows,

weep for the uncertainty of the future and

of dreams left behind.

If you could turn back time would you trust

your heart to relive your life.  Would you

accept the future whatever it may be, would

you disregard truth and trust what your eyes

see?

Yesterday’s promises are hidden dreams, try to

find new excitement in your life, rid yourself

of turmoil and strife.

Wake up your conscious your journey is not yet

over, there are new mountains to climb, forget

the rubble of yesterday, use wisely your time.

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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Lost Little Girl…

 

 

Lost Little Girl

I do not know if you are alive or dead.

I see your face your voice never

forgotten. 

The sun does not rise in the morning, nor

fade into the west without a thought of you. 

I mourn, nights are sleepless and morning

eyes fill with fire.

No one more cherished, more loved, my

heart bears scars of torture.  Where are you

my lost little girl?

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

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