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Coyote Hawk & Grandmother Bear

Updated: Mar 24

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Coyote Hawk, Gramma Bear and the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder

How to move a mountain.

Painting by Susan Seddon Boulet ‘The Secret’  


One day

many lifetimes ago

before and after

time mattered,

a young Coyote Hawk

traveled South on the same trail

yet opposite directions

as a Grandmother Bear 

of many Grandmothers.

They were, are and always will be

great dreamers and visionaries.


They met

for what would normally have been

only a moment,

and Gramma Bear said, 

“hau, mitakuye oyasin

young Coyote Hawk.”

(meaning: hello, we are All related,

we are All connected in Lakota.)

For he was one of her relatives.

And yet the young Coyote Hawk

nonchalantly began to walk past her

without saying a word,

without even a nod.


Gramma Bear growled slightly,

although sternly, wisely,

and calmly saying,

“have you no kind regard?

I am an elder,

and I sit on the High Council

of Visionaries, Healers and Dreamers.

Can you not even nod, or

acknowledge me with a hau-dy doo?”


The young Coyote Hawk snarled,

“I bow to no one, 

not even you,

for I am a great visionary, dreamer, and

a Brujo.”


Grama Bear thought to herself,

pausing, while calming her heart.

A moment lapsed,

and century’s reversed and sped forward

while returning into the moment,

observing her presence,

and Coyote Hawk’s arrogance.


She smiled a knowing,

and compassionate smile, then saying,

“please, I would love to see your powers

of knowing’s and manifestations.”


Coyote Hawk grumbled again,

“I don’t have the time or the inclination. 

I do not play majick tricks for anyone’s approval

or opinions.” 


Gramma Bear stopped time with a glance, and 

a prayer, which is what she is.

She is a walking prayer.


Unbeknownst to Coyote Hawk,

she called in her High Council

of Visionaries, Healers and Dreamers. 

“mitakuye oyasin, 

what path will I guide this young 

foolish dreamer?”


Conceding to the High Council

of Visionaries, Healers and Dreamers guidance,

that Greed and Temptation

can be two of the greatest teachers

to prospective Brujo’s,

she offered a trade.


“I will grant you a wish

if you can move that mountain

to us, a mountain known as

the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder.

However, there are four rules:

1. You cannot wish to kill anyone.

2. You cannot wish to bring someone back from the dead.

3. You cannot wish to change the past.

4. You cannot wish to make anyone fall in love.”


“Very well” sneered Coyote Hawk,

not yet knowing what power he craved,

“You shall have your wish as well.”


He began to sing his invocation, and 

danced and shaked his sparking rattle,

(a rattle past on to him by his relatives

throughout the century’s)

and he sang and projected, 

“grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot…., 

grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot….,

grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot….,”


Looking forward 

at the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder, 

Gramma Bear saw no change.

The mountain was silent,

it had not moved. 

Only quiet white and gray

morphing wispy clouds

were seen passing by…, 

as was usual that day.


She scratched her back, and

clawed on a Great Old Cedar Tree.

Then yawning and sitting,

leaning back on  the tree 

in the shade saying, “mitakuye oyasin."

(the cedar is one of her relatives.)

"My dear young Coyote Hawk,

the Speaking Mountain

of Truth and Thunder

has not moved.

Would you like some huckleberries 

to give you strength?"

Then praying, "mitakuye oyasin”

(the huckleberries are one of her relatives.)


“NO!” snarled Coyote Hawk.

“I am a great visionary, dreamer, and

a Brujo;

I need no help from you

or your medicine berries.”


Grammas voice sometimes sounded 

like distant rolling thunder

when she was guiding her relatives.

Gramma Bears voice altered saying, 

“that is fine but still

you are welcome to some 

should you change your mind.

Mitakuye Oyasin, please continue”

(Remember, Coyotes are one

of Gramma Bears relatives)


Again, he began to sing his invocation

with a little bit stronger tone, and 

danced and shaked his sparking rattle,

and he sang and projected, 

“grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot…., 

grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot….,

grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot….,

grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot….,”


Now he was beginning to tire, and

the majick had appeared to fail

yet again. 

 

This time he sat down

where he stood 

out in the warm soothing sunshine.

The heat made the smellings 

of the Huckleberries travel 

to his very talented snout.

Coyote Hawk sat

and panted in exhaustion. 


Gramma Bear looked on 

at him in silence observing, and

listening to her inner-guidance

from the High Council

of Visionaries, Healers and Dreamers. 


Moments went by, and 

century’s reversed and sped forward

while returning to the now. 


Coyote Hawk reached 

into his medicine travel bag

grabbing some smoked salmon

he traded for a previous illusion

he manifested to a fisherman.


Gramma Bear said “Mmmmmm,

mitakuye oyasin, 

(Salmon is also one of her relatives)

that smells wonderful; 

would you like to trade

for some of my berries?

they will give you extra strength

to move The Speaking Mountain 

of Truth and Thunder.”


“NO!” sneered Coyote Hawk;

“I am a great visionary, dreamer, and

a Brujo;

I need no help from you

or your medicine berries.”


Coyote Hawk walked over

to the brook near the trail

of trickling water medicine, and 

whispering.

“Mni Pejuta onsimalayo…,

omakyio…, pilamaya…,

hau, mitakuye oyasin."

(meaning: “Water Medicine have pity on me,

please help me, thank you.

hau, all my relations” in Lakota

for Water Medicine is one of Coyote Hawks relations)


Coyote Hawk had whispered 

to the Water Medicine

hoping Gramma Bear could not hear him.

Coyote Hawk meandered back over to where

he could see the Speaking Mountain 

of Truth and Thunder, and 

Gramma Bear who was leaning 

under the shade

of the Great Old Cedar Trees,

eating her Huckleberry medicine.


He began to sing and project 

his incantations, 

“grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot…., 

grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot….,

grib-zickle-zorker-duster-zot….,”

Once again his charms

failed Coyote Hawk. 

He howled, "Owwwwwwwwww, owww oww"

Then he bowed in humiliation.


The Water Medicine Nation

The Salmon Nation

The Huckleberry Nation

The Cedar Nation

The Ancestors of Coyote, and

Hawk Nations

The Sun and Star Nations

The Brujo, Majician and Clown Nations

The Bear Nations

The High Council

of Visionaries, Healers and Dreamers,

and all of their relations 

who observed Coyote Hawk, and

Gramma Bear

that warm day 

at the footsteps

of The Speaking Mountain

of Truth, and Thunder

went silent…


As he bowed in humiliation

Coyote Hawk said,

“I am not the great Brujo, 

Dreamer or Visionary

I claimed to be.  

Please have pity on me

Gramma Bear.”


Gramma Bear stood, 

gave herself another good scratch 

on the Cedar Tree, 

put the rest of her Huckleberry’s

in her Nez Perce Corn Leaf Pouch

saying "mitakuye oyasin.”

(the Corn Nation is also one of her relatives)

Then pausing for a long while

looking deeply at Coyote Hawk.

Moments went by, and 

century’s reversed and sped forward,

then returning to the now,

before Gramma Bear spoke.


“You are young and stubborn.

Both are qualities you will need 

to learn to understand why we met 

on this fine day." 


“Your confidence is a gift 

from Wakan Tanka.

(meaning: the Great Mystery,

the Great Spirit in Lakota.)

In the long run 

it will serve you well

but you forgot where your power

really comes from.”


“You come from a long line

of a Clan of Great Visionary’s,

Dreamers, and Brujo’s. 

False pride in them

does not give you power.

Maybe in time

you will teach us how to move 

the Speaking Mountain of Truth,

and Thunder."


Grama Bear paused herself,

stilling her heart.

a moment lapsed, and 

century’s reversed and sped forward

returning into the moment.

observing her presence saying,

"We, The High Council

of Visionaries, Healers and Dreamers

suggest you go to the Spirit

of The Speaking Mountain 

of Truth and Thunder

and learn Peace, Respect and Love."


Coyote Hawk bowed again 

saying, “Pilamaya Gramma Bear.

(Lakota for Thank You)

Pilamaya for your guidance,

and quiet gentle example.”

 

“I will go and live with, and

learn from The Speaking Mountain

of Truth, and Thunder.

saying Mitakuye Oyasin…"

(The Speaking Mountain of Truth, and 

Thunder is one of Coyote Hawk's relatives.)


Gramma Bear nodded, and

wished the Young Coyote Hawk well saying,

“Health, Help and Happiness

young Coyote Hawk.

Mitakuye Oyasin." 

(Coyote Hawk has always been

one of Gramma Bears relatives)


That day, that night

Coyote Hawk could not move 

beyond the brook. 

He drank from the Brook as he prayed,

“Wakan Tanka (Great Spirit, Great Mystery,)

Mitakuye Oyasin.

(the Brook and Wakan Tanka will always be his relatives)

He meekly and silently said to himself,

"I am such a Fool. 

I was such a Clown.

I was so rude to Gramma Bear

who sits on the High Council

of Visionaries, Healers and Dreamers. 

I am not a great visionary, dreamer, or

a Brujo.

I need to rest.

I am exhausted. 

omakiyayo…, onsimalayo…

please help me…, 

please have pity on me.”


Coyote Hawk fell asleep

to the voice of the Rustling Brook.

“Mitakuye oyasin, Coyote Hawk

will always be one of my relatives."


As Coyote Hawk fell

deeper and deeper

into the place where 

he thought his power came from.

Time lapsed, and 

century’s reversed and sped forward

returning into the moment.

As Coyote Hawk fell asleep,

he began to journey

with his ancestors. 


He began to remember all the stories

they gave to him.

All the dreams and visions

in this world

and the others. 


He began to remember who he was

despite his humiliating experience

in that other world

where he met Gramma Bear

on the path

in opposite directions

just west of the Speaking Mountain 

of Truth and Thunder.


In his dream the ancestors said to him, 

“mitakuye oyasin. Gramma Bear

is one of our relatives

who is an Elder

on our High Council

of Visionaries, Healers and Dreamers,

and Brujo’s, and Curandera’s."


Coyote Hawk then met an Old Coyote Hawk.

He was grey with a long beard, and

long hair like a Lions mane.

His nose was crooked 

like a Hawks Beak, and

he had wings, and 

green eyes.


The Old Coyote Hawk said, 

sounding as low Thunders do

in the distance

“I am here to guide you 

young Coyote Hawk.

Gramma Bear sent me 

to guide you.

You must go to the Spirit

of The Speaking Mountain 

of Truth and Thunder.”


This startled young Coyote Hawk

so much so

that he woke from his dreams.


As he woke he could still hear 

the Old Coyote Hawk’s voice in his heart, and 

then a Hawk flew low over his head

and screeeeched in the eastern sky

toward the Speaking Mountain 

of Truth and Thunder.


Young Coyote Hawk said,

“hau, mitakuye oyasin”

(The Hawk is one of his relatives.)

He drank from the brook as he prayed

his morning prayers.


“Wakan Tanka (Great Spirit, Great Mystery,)

pilamaya (thank you) for this

water medicine, and 

the Hawk’s guidance,

and greeting,

and the dream of the Old Coyote Hawk,

and my ancestors. 

Thank you for yesterday’s journey,

and for Gramma Bear’s grace and kindness.

omakiyayo…, onsimalayo…,

(please help me…, 

please have pity on me…,)

I am off to the Speaking Mountain 

of Truth and Thunder.

Mitakuye oyasin.”

(The Speaking Mountain of Truth 

and Thunder has always been

one of his relatives.)


He gathered himself,

ate some smoked salmon

saying, “Mitakuye Oyasin” 

(Salmon is one of his relatives)

and headed east towards

The Speaking Mountain of Truth.


As Coyote Hawk traveled

he received a message 

from Spirit within. 

“Say Mitakuye Oyasin 

to everything you see

on your way to

The Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder.”


So he thanked his helpers and began.

“Mitakuye Oyasin my helpers.

Mitakuye Oyasin Speaking Mountain

of Truth and Thunder.

Mitakuye Oyasin Huckleberries.

Mitakuye Oyasin Brooks, Valleys, and Trees.

Mitakuye Oyasin Sky, Birds, Flowers and Bees.

Mitakuye Oyasin Clouds, Thunders,

and Sun, Moon, Stars

and the images there I see.

Mitakuye Oyasin Winds, words and sounds. 

Mitakuye Oyasin time, space, dimensions,

and everything there is to be found.

Mitakuye Oyasin Stone People.

Mitakuye Oyasin Speaking Mountain of Truth.”

(They are All his relatives)


Coyote Hawk traveled East for days

until he walked on 

the Speaking Mountain of Truth

and thunder. 

He offered tobacco and said,

“Hau, Mitakuye Oyasin.”

(Hello, we are All related, we are All connected.)


Then he spoke to the Speaking Mountain

of Truth and Thunder.

“I have come to learn from you

after humiliating myself with Gramma Bear. 

I told her I could move you,

and I could not.

Gramma Bear, my ancestors and my spirit guide

came to me, suggesting to me

to come and be with you.”


As he spoke a moment lapsed, and 

century’s reversed and sped forward

returning into the moment 

that Coyote Hawk spoke.

Black, Red, Yellow, White and Purple Clouds 

were quickly forming to the south 

in the clear Blue Sky, and

above the Forest Green

and valleys of the earth of the

Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder.


The ominous clouds formed 

in a much smaller space

separate from the rest

of the vast Blue Sky.

As these mysterious clouds formed

and grew, they approached Coyote Hawk.

From the south toward the north

where he stood knowing

for the first time

the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder

was about to speak.


Lightening began dancing

from the clouds as they grew

over our Unci Maka.

(Lakota for Our Mother Earth.)

Then there was a piercing

and rippling cracking sound.

As if to say

in a rolling, thundering, single word,

“STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.”


Coyote Hawk felt the lightning strikes

rise back up from the earth,

traveling to his paws.

Then to his fir.

Coyote Hawk felt something strange

under his front legs

and behind on his tail.

Tiny feathers and a beard

had began to form

like the Old Coyote Hawk.


Many years lapsed, and 

century’s reversed and sped forward

returning into the moment.

as his feathers and beard grew

for almost forty years.


Coyote Hawk had greeted, and

studied under the Old Coyote Hawk, and 

with all living things on

the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder

for all those many years. 


His final task 

given to him by Gramma Bears messenger

the Old Coyote Hawk 

was to write a poem about his experience,

and so he wrote this poem.


mitakuye oyasin

i am the mountain

i am the sea

i am the valley

i am the tree

i am the sky

i am the bird

i am the flower

i am the bee

i am the cloud

i am the thunder

i am the sun

i am the moon

i am the stars

i am the images there I see

i am the wind 

i am the word

i am the poem

i am the song I breathe

i am the sound 

i am what I heard

i am time

i am free

i am space

i am all dimensions 

i am everything there is to be found

i am everything i care to be

i am grateful

i am this small stone 

the mountain gifted to me

i am this small stone 

i carry like a tiny bird

i am the story

i am this poem

the mountain gave to me for free

the Spirit of the Speaking Mountain

of Truth and Thunder

is within me.

Mitakuye Oyasin


The night that Coyote Hawk finished the poem

the Old Coyote Hawk came to him

in a waking dream. He said,

“Mitakuye Oyasin Young Coyote Hawk,

you have done well.

All of the peoples of our relations

on the Speaking Mountain of Truth

and Thunder will miss us.

We love you very much.”


Coyote Hawk sat up, and

began to cry tears of Peace, Respect and Love.


Flowers and creatures grew

where they fell. 


Coyote Hawk said, 

“Mitakuye Oyasin”

(we are all related)

and his voice sounded like

gentle rolling thunder

for the first time in his life.


His fir, feathers and beard

had turned long,

and  white and gray.

his wings were long and strong.

his eyes were green like 

the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder.

His talented snout was bent down

like the beak of a Hawk.

His chest was large

to make room for his heart.


He said, “Gracias, Un corazón, un amor, un círculo… (Spanish)

Go raibh maith leat, One Croí, Grá a hAon, a hAon Ciorcal... (Gaelic)

Pilamaya, Wanji Can'te, Wanji La'ke, Wanji Hoceka... (Lakota)

Thank you, One Heart, One Love, One Circle

(and in All the languages of the peoples of

the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder)


Before Coyote hawk traveled back down 

the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder

he offered tobacco to the stone nation, and 

asked, “May i carry two more small stone people

in memory of my life

on the Speaking Mountain of Truth and Thunder?”


When he looked down 

there were two small heart stones.

He picked them up and said,

“Pilamaya Iyan Wakan, Mitakuye Oyasin”

(“Thank you Sacred Stone People, we are all related.”)

Grandmothers wish had been granted.


As he traveled as a Dream Walker

back on to the road 

where he first met Gramma Bear

the Old Coyote Hawk 

told him to wait by the Brook

he had drank from

all those many years before.

Young Coyote Hawk nodded, sat, 

drank and whispered to the Brook

and all his relatives, 

“hau, Mitakuye Oyasin.”


Coyote Hawk already knew 

what was to happen next; 

Gramma Bear gave him signs, and

instructions

she was coming to meet him

by the old Cedar Tree, and the Brook.


When Gramma Bear arrived

she was greeted cheerfully by Coyote Hawk, 

“Hau-dy Gramma Bear,

Mitakuye Oyasin."

She said "hau-dy do.

Mitakuye Oyasin my Grandson."


Coyote Hawk exclaimed,

"we are so very happy to see you.

as a thank you for your guidance

I have a small gift for you.”


Coyote Hawk held out his paw 

inviting Gramma Bear to hold out hers saying,

"because of you, and 

the teachings of all of our relations, and

my time with the Speaking Mountain 

of Truth and Thunder

I have learned how to move it to you.”


Coyote Hawk gently placed 

one of the Heart Stones

in Gramma Bears paw,

and  softly held the Heart Stone 

in her paw with his paws

like a sandwich saying,

“Everything changed for me

that day we met

all those many years ago.

All I needed to do

was say Mitakuye Oyasin

to move the mountain to you.”

 

And so he said, 

“Mitakuye Oyasin, 

(“We are all related)

Pilamaya, Wanji Can'te, Wanji La'ke, Wanji Hoceka...” (Lakota)

(Thank you, One Heart, One Love, One Circle.”)


He had learned Peace, Respect and Love.


~ hsh © 041614 

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A Song for Hawk


He walks with the wind and the thunder

He speaks with the earth and the sky

He listens to the voices of his ancestors

He honors the wisdom of his tribe


He dances with the eagle and the buffalo

He sings with the river and the fire

He dreams of the visions of his future

He creates with the spirit of his desire


He shares with the people and the nations

He teaches with the stories and the art

He learns from the challenges and the blessings

He loves with the courage of his heart


For the record, I did not ask Bing to write this. 😂 I asked it for help trying to understand a…

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How considerate. .It would appear that Bing is getting to know me. Will wonders never cease. Thank you Robb.


I am looking forward to your personal response.

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