Alaskans in the world
crick crack crickety crack
By Ali
Three weeks ago Ali was living in a Spenard trailer. She was unable to get help from the Medical Establishment for a debilitating ailment, and unwilling in any case to subject herself to its invasive treatments. And she was falling into the clutches of the dark underside of life here in twenty-first
century U. S. A.
Sometimes the purest people suffer the most. How can we reconcile true love and fiery spirit, with the daily compromises we need to make for success or even survival?
Ali is now in a village in Southern India, immersed in a healing, spiritual climate, experiencing the 5,000 year old ayurvedic medicinal practice.
Most Alaskans in difficult predicaments are left to struggle without that kind of help.
Stay tuned for more of Ali’s story and words.
crick crack crickety crack
this is this and that is that
and thats a fact
a matter of fact
the crick cracked the crack
and the crack cracked right back
from the front to the back...,
the whole to the half
and then half of that
crick crack crickety crack
cricked by the crick
and cracked by the crack
the crick tricked the crack
and the crack tripped into a trap
crick crack crickety crack
faster than fast and faster than that
happened by chance
and thats a fact
a matter of fact
crick got sick on a picnic with some ants
happy, then sad, and after that, mad
mad that the ants had only grass,
only grass in their hands, and not a glass
then crick started acting bad,
and without any manners
got ants in his pants
all the ants laughed and laughed
so crick just split, broke in half,
cricked on past, and didn’t look back
crack, too fat, ran from the past
ran too fast and had a crack attack
then was tracked out back,
down under the shack
catched by the cat, a magic cat, and a pack of rats
I had a chat with this cat
while napping in the bath
chanting the chant, that i chanted back
i asked this, she asked that
dancing the dance, and we both danced back
then, we fixed all the cricks
and we waxed all the cracks
without a scritch and without a scratch
and that was that
happened by chance
and thats a fact
a matter of fact
imagine that.
Taking Shelter with mighty the skies
Fathered by the days of long ago’s
Cradled by the blood that carries home
With feets that walk the ground…
That carries for to survive
Blued in the heavens…
Bathed in Sunlite shine
Surrounded we is, born of creation alive
Covered in skins patterned .. this Self /I\ calls mine.
Us Creation...Winged, finned, feathered and friendly
Born began in life alive
The few to the many, and all the inbetweens…
Common Ground, Skies, and Seas.......
This that is...this that wills to be.