“Through The Ghost Dance”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I give you my heart Havasu Baaja.
That for sure I do.
Trust the sun.
My words whisper in the wind,
And tell your souls,
To be sharp, light and free,
Like an eagle.
I hope my bird words touch you.
I defend you against the wicked ways,
Of the world.
Raise your heads, raise your souls.
Your ancestors say,
We will come back,
Through The Ghost Dance.

“It Feels Like”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

It feels like I got,
Blue-green water in my soul.
It feels like I am at home,
That I have reached my goal.
I have a feeling,
I will try to describe.
It is like eternal home coming,
To The Havasu Baaja Tribe.
I know this sounds strange to you,
But don’t we all live under the strange sun?
This feeling I got,
Strange it is,
I do know where it came from…..
Havasu Baaja.

“Vision of Havasu Baaja”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I have a vision,
Of Havasu Baaja.
Though I will never be with you,
With my physical being,
I am with you in spirit.
My heart feels what you do feel.
I am with you,
Forever.
Forever is the only way to be.
You are forever,
In a brief moment,
Of time at Mother Earth.
I have words,
For you.
I got birds,
For the sky so blue.
My vision of Havasu Baaja.

“Havasupai Understand”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

People of the blue-green water,
Got blue-green unique water,
In their souls.
You understand,
That there are drums beyond the mountains.
You understand the world,
Is two worlds existing at the same time.
The spirit† and the body.
You are aware of that,
With mind, heart and spirit.
Therefore you understand my universal message,
Of the poetry in life.
You understand the unspoken.
You know what is said,
By Mother Earth.
You know the language,
Of the blue-green water,
Therefore you are Havasu Baaja.
And forever you will be,
Because you feel eternity in life at Mother Earth.

“Havasupai Ram Dance”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Your tribe is dancing the Ram Dance,
I take the risk to dive into the mystery,
Of the secret sacred Havasu Baaja spirit.
I leave the present world,
And go into the trance,
Of the Ram Dance.
The ancient voice of harmony,
Calms my faith in fate.
The echoes of ancestors,
Dancing the Ram Dance,
Give courage and hope,
For the future Havasu Baaja.

“Natural Child of God”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Havasu Baaja,
Are natural children,
Of The Creator.
You do not wear a mask,
At your spirit-face.
Your spirit-face is not part,
Of a masquerade.
You let, sun, rain and wind,
Touch your spirit-faces.
You cannot feel the elements,
Of the spirit-faces with masks,
You know that Havasu Baaja.
Therefore,
You do not act,
That is a fact.
You are real.
Havasu Baaja,
Are the true natural children,
Of The Creator.

“A Poem Only For You”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

This, Havasu Baaja,
Is a poem, only for you.
Look at the Eagle,
In the sky so blue.

He flies, and guards,
Your ways of living.
And an eagle’s awareness,
To you he is giving.

He knows Havasu Baaja,
His precious home.
He is flying above you,
So you do not feel alone.

The eagle knows,
That you got his view.
Because Havasu Baaja flies,
With the eagle, up in the blue.

“You Have”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You have understood,
That life is Eden.

You have understood it all.

The most important,
You do understand.

You do not only see the sun,
You feel the sun with your souls,
That you are close to the sun, our friend in the sky.

Like I do too.

In my youth I felt the stars,
In the night sky.
As a grown up,
I feel the sun.

Teach the world,
The sun is a friend.

Teach the world,
The world will never end.

I just add some thoughts to your vision,
My humble words.

I am yours Havasu Baaja,
My forever people.

You do understand my every word,
You are my world.

I am not alone anymore.

Thanks… forever and more.

“Ways of Havasu Baaja”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You find the feeling,
In every tree.
Words of the wind,
Set you free.

Ways of Havasu Baaja,
Are to harvest the air
And know the answers,
In your moments of here.

The Spirit of The Grand Canyon,
You feel, and see.
It is treasured within,
Your ways to be.

The Spirits of,
The Blue Green water.
Enrich Havasu Baaja,
Every son and daughter.

Your ways do write history,
In your day to day lives.
Joy flowing easily,
And accepting your strives..

Life can also be hardship,
But you enjoy every song.
Of the eternal water,
where your ancestors roam.

“Tell All The People About Havasu Baaja”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Tell all the people about Havasu Baaja,
You are the ones.
You will share secrets,
About the Moons and The Suns.

But the outside world,
Can be a threat.
But you stay strong in your vision,
Your fate is set.

You are meant,
To grow out of the valley.
And your love will spread,
To every city and alley.

Your tales of the old,
are not myths, but true.
The old will grow,
And marry the new.

Spreading harmony,
Is the way of your tribe.
A loving sigh of relief,
No longer to strive.

Tell all the people about Havasu Baaja.

“I Love You The Best”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I love you the best.
I got a feeling in my chest.
Like a sun that rises in the west.
The sun rises,
In Supai Village.
In the west.

The eagle will tell you tales,
The eagle is the morning breeze,
That sweeps over Grand Canyon,
This breeze is the father of all,
Father Sky,
Married to Mother Earth.

They unite.

Their children are called,
“The Eternal Havasu Baaja”.

The eagle in the sky of my heart,
Told me so.

The eagle guards Grand Canyon.

The eagle of words, has awoken.

To fly, to never die,
As eternity in words,
Of the past,
Finally got manifested,
in man.

Havasu Baaja,
The tales were true,
About you.

Just listen to the words,
Of the eagle,
In the Indian Summer sky,
So blue.

“Daughters of the Moon,
Sons of The Sun”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The Moon and The Sun,
Once became one,
Had children of love,
That did become.

Havasu Baaja’s,
Daughters of The Moon,
And Sons of The Sun.

Unity of these two powers,
In the sky.

Brought spirit children,
>From the souls,
Of The Moon and The Sun.

You live, you have always lived,
With an ancient vision,
That The Sun rises,
One eternal day,
In the future,
For all to see.

Maybe just a dream,
But dreams sometimes tend,
To become real.

I believe,
Havasu Baaja do believe it too.

They know the sacred secrets,
Of The Moon and The Sun.

“The Sun Is Alone”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The sun is alone,
And so am I.

But I dream about,
Havasu Baaja,
The people of the sun,
The people in the sun.

When I feel their hearts,
In a vision,
I sail the sky like an eagle-sun,
With my tribe,
My fellow eagle-suns,
You fly with me,
In my dreams.

I wish for unity of our souls,
To melt together as one,
Havasu Baaja.

That could happen,
Maybe this story already is told,
By the old.

I fly with my spirit,
And rest in Grand Canyon,
After a long journey.

I have travelled from far away,
To reach my home with Havasu Baaja.

The Blue Green water,
Sings and show me,
The ancient spirits,
In the water.

The water tells tales,
From generations,
To generations.

I sit next to Havasu Falls,
And rest with my eyes closed,
So I can see and feel,
Your Havasu Baaja ancestors.

I guess I might be a part of you,
In some ways.

I hope I have reached your hearts,
Havasu Baaja.

“An Echo”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

When you sing loud,
In The Grand Canyon,
The holy walls
Answer with an echo,
That is similar to your perspective,
Of soul.

The ancestors songs,
Go back and forth,
In the canyon.

More and more voices,
Are added,
To this common song,
Of Havasu Baaja.

Even the songs of the river,
Resonate between the canyon walls.

Your answers lie,
In an echo,
In the canyon.

All prayers are answered.
The forefathers answer you,
With their echo voices,
That linger forever.

An echo of eternity,
An echo of Havasu Baaja.

“Ancient Pictures”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Ancient pictures,
Of the ancestors,
Hang at the walls,
Of Grand Canyon.

Burro hangs there too,
To remind Havasu Baaja,
Of their spirits resistance,
Against the evil ways,
Of the intruders,
With their false fairness.

Let the next and the present generations,
Smile like the Sun Flower,
At the walls of Grand Canyon,
And lead joy from here, into eternity,
At Mother Earth.

This is Eden,
Havasu Baaja is Holy,
Because they guard the ancient pictures,
In Eden,
That is a deed of The Creator.

“This Is Our Home”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

When “Whitedove” says,
“This is our home”,
I agree,
because it is written in the stars,
It is spoken by the wind,
And the sun is the witness,
Of your forever homecoming.

You, Havasu Baaja,
Are the soul,
In the body of Grand Canyon.

Your spirits fill Grand Canyon,
With Blue Green songs,
>From the living.

The Blue Green tears,
Roll down “Whitedove’s” face,
In compassion for the people,
Of the world in pain.

I see, and hear, and feel you “Whitedove”.
You are a true Mother of all.

I have never felt that immense love,
“Whitedove”radiates.

I got not a single word,
For the love of the bird,
The White Dove

“Whitedove” makes me
Cry tears of love,,
And fly into the depths,
Of the soul of Grand Canyon.

Thanks “Whitedove”.

I do understand Havasu Baaja.

“Your Beauty Chases Me”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The sacred spirit,
Of Havasu Baaja,
The beauty.

Your beauty chases me,
I see each and everyone of you,
In a Holy state of natural divine being.

Your facial expressions,
Speak the language,
Of the silent eagle flying in awe,
Of itself and The Grand Canyon.

This wandering eagle in the sky,
Makes me wonder.
How come you have gained this beauty,
Of being so natural?

It is a miracle to me,
To meet the natural face,
Of The Creator,
In the tribe of Havasu Baaja.

You are at home,
I see.
Your beauty chases me,
Forever.

“He Comes Out of The Canyon”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

He comes out of the canyon,
And he sees the world.

What are you doing?
Have you forgotten,
That you all have been,
An innocent boy and a girl?

He left Supai,
But not his heart.
All the madness,
Drives all of the people apart.

He asks the leaders,
What do you do?
He appears like an eagle,
In the sky so blue.

His songs cry,
You die,
Why?

Life is for living,
Not to live for dying.
Why do you hurt yourself,
With all of your lying?

We live only once,
Be like a citizen of Supai,
For only one day,
And you will see.

From the deep he comes,
To tell a tale.
His words are rich,
But not for sale.

Visit the Grand Canyon,
Think of Dear Burro.

Listen to Whitedove.

Listen to yourself.

Listen to Havasu Baaja.

“I Look To The West”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I look to the west,
And I think of you.
I am worried that Havasu Baaja,
Feel lonely and blue.

Stand your ground,
Havasu Baaja.

I know your Eden,
Is being put to the test.
Things have gone too wild,
In the wild, wild west.

You are the chosen ones Havasu Baaja,
I dare to say.
Because Grand Canyon,
Embraces your ways to pray.

Maybe fate,
Has given you all.
You are meant to be heard,
When you call.

Your love comes out,
Of the canyon, to be shared.
You will conquer everything,
That you feared.

Life is love,
Feel the sun above,
And know,
The ways of the river.

You are the people,
Of The Blue Green water.
Teach it to your son,
And your daughter.

The future holds,
Ancient songs to be sung.
Remember that,
I say tomorrow,
Today.

Pray.

“Spirit of Wovoka”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Spirit of Wovoka,
Hides in the words.

They dance in the spirit winds,
Manifested in The Ghost Dance.

Havasu Baaja,
Held this hope,
Close to their hearts.

The Ghost Dance,
Is chanted by the heart,
And soul of the mountains.

I feel it,
So pure,
So crystal clear.

The dreams did fade,
But they did not vanish.

The Ghost Dance is back,
In words Havasu Baaja.

Stronger than ever.

“Ghosts of The Dead Indians”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The ghosts of the dead Indians,
Are revived today,
I did pray,
For them.

The Ghost Dance,
Makes them feel alive,
And then they can guide the present,
Havasupai to feel the power,
Of change.

The newborn spirits,
Dance in the fire,
Of the setting sun,
Which will truly never set.

But a standard will be set,
That life will become,
A feast of friends,
It never ends,
And all that mends,
Turns into pure joy,
Celebrating,
Of the non-setting sun.

All I want for Havasu Baaja,
Is a true eternal Indian Summer
Only for you.

Love.
Sun.
Fun.

“Burro Said”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Burro said,
I am not dead.
I am in the water,
Singing songs,
Of Ghost Dance.

Burro said,
I am tired,
Of tired people.

Cleanse your souls,
In the Havasu Falls,
Burro calls.

Fly the sky,
With an eagle’s sigh,
That will never die.

What are you doing,
My people he said.
All is alive,
Nothing is dead.

My last words,
In this vision of me.
Listen to my sun,
He will set you free.

Havasu Baaja.

“Forever Havasu Baaja”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are a small tribe,
But you are Grand to God.

His love for you,
He is holding your hands.
But sometimes life turns out,
Not according to your plans.

But that is life,
It can even be harsh in your Eden.

But trust in time,
Soon you all will be fine.

You are tough,
Living that remote,
but close to God.

But you are strong,
Havasu Baaja have shown that,
Through ages,
And soon you can turn the pages,
And you are back to normal,
Day to day life in your,
And mine mind Paradise.

Know you got The Creator’s,
Key by hand.
I know life can be brutal,
I do understand.

But,
Forever Havasu Baaja,
You own that smile of God,
You are his favorite children.

So, raise your heads,
Like history has done.
I ensure you that,
Better days will come.

In spirit and in flesh.

Grand Canyon is Holy,
As well Havasu Baaja.

Love, love, love,
Will build your spirits.

Back to your ancient self,
And that ancient self is eternal,
Just like….

Forever Havasu Baaja.

“I Hear The Voice of Whitedove”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Dear Dianna Sue Whitedove Uqualla,
I feel you wake up my soul.

This is a personal letter to you.

I hear your voice,
And it leaves me no choise,
I am touched beyond depths,
I have ever been touched before.

This is more like a letter,
A tribute,
To a wise Mother,
And Grandmother,
Of Havasupai.

But how come you make me,
Feel so eternal deep,
In my soul.

You are a mystery to me,
Majestic,
But still you are so humble.

I fall flat at your feet,
And cry tears of love.
I say thank you.

I do not know,
But something inside me,
Knows you already.

Strange it sounds.

Protect Havasu Baaja,
I will do that too.

Grand Canyon is Holy,
Havasu Baaja are Holy too,
That is true.

The eternal breeze in my heart,
Told me so,
That Havasu Baaja,
Are special to,
The Creator.

I trust this voice.

“Vision of Rim”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Vision of Rim,
Havasupai climbed,
The trails,
Upwards from,
His experienced Eden,
Easy as a warrior Ram.

At the top on the rim,
The warrior ram will fight all sin.
The only way to win.
Is to heal within.
Tales of him.
We’re told by the wind.

A hard trail to climb,
Of wisdom for the Ram,
But he did understand,
That Grand,
Grand Canyon,
Made him a man,
Conquered the land,
At the inside.

The voice said,
I leave you no choice,
There is too much noise,
Which confuses,
The divine silent but singing spirits,
Of all ancient times,
Which rhymes,
Once upon a time,
There were harmony,
The warrior Ram,
Echoes eternity,
In every blink of an eye.

The vision is told,
By the old.

The ram is bold.
Behold,
Salvation,
In a possible degree,
You will see,
Your spirits will be free,
Finally.

Thanks to The Warrior Ram,
Of Havasupai,
With his,
Vision of rim.

“Dancing In The Moment”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The Indian,
is Dancing in the moment,
In Grand Canyon.

He knows the eagle flies,
He knows one day,
Even the eagle dies.

But he knows for eternity,
He flew,
He knew,
Very few,
Do know eternity,
Life lasts forever.

Life is brief,
Chief knows that.

And he embraces his tribe,
With visions of forever.

Dancing In the moment,
Of all.

That is all that counts.

“City of True Love (Supai)”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

There is,
A city of true love,
Supai.

I read eyes,
I read souls,
You are all natural,
And pure.

Nothing is perfect,
But I see the foundations,
Of your souls.

It is all about living,
The secrets of your hearts
Citizens of Supai.

You all do it,
In a way which makes me regain belief,
In mankind.

You inspire the secret eyes,
Of all people,
Whose souls are awakened,
By your city of true love.

If you were to read these words,
Beautiful citizens of Supai.

I mean every single word.

All my words sprung out,
Of The Blue Green water,
Which streams and dreams,
Through the soul of Supai.

All my words are only for you,
Havasu Baaja.

I think about you every single day,
City of Love,
Supai.

Love.

“Dear Havasu Baaja”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Know that you know,
More than you know.
Grand Canyon did sculpture,
You into pure love.

Do not ever doubt,
Your Indian steps.

You are nature,
The rest are not.
The sun he protects you,
You are in the spot,
Of his Creation.

You take care of the elders,
You do not interfere with the youth.
You do not wear masks,
You are the truth.

So, never lay,
Your bow and arrow down.
You are doing the right thing,
In Supai town.

Dear Havasu Baaja.

“My Home”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Supai Village,
Is my home.
But I do like to roam,
With The Apache.

Burro and Geronimo,
Speak in the plains.
Freedom of The Creator,
Softly He reigns.

Fields of Eden,
Open to dream.
Vast is the vision,
Of this theme.

I do approach you my friends,
Apache and Havasupai.
You show me that life,
Will never die.

Forever you are,
To roam,
In my home,
In my heart.

“Forever Havasupai”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Forever Havasupai,
The eagle’s eye,
Will never let the Havasupai die.

The sun smiles to Supai,
In a gentle and caring way.

You got a history,
And more beautiful days,
Forever to come.

The Creator is chanting your names,
Havasu Baaja.

Forever he does chant,
The words of the cosmic winds,
That says:

“Forever Havasupai!”

“The Guardian of The Grand Canyon”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The guardian of the Grand Canyon,
Is sailing they sky.
A majestic eagle,
With a deep inner eye.

This eye of the eagle,
Watches life go by.
It watches, and protects,
The Holy breath of a sigh,
Of Havasupai.

Amen eagle,
You know your role.
You protect your people,
With the eye in your soul.

Sun at earth.

“Your Drums, Forever”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Your drums,
Forever.

Do not be terrified,
That your drums will be silenced,
Havasupai and Apache Nation.

The sun got my back.

Therefore I am strong,
And filled with energy.

I will fight for your drums.

My vision of fight,
Is simply back to your Arizona Eden.

I know the path of the sun,
I know The Creator’s song.

His silence in the sky,
Will make you feel your rivers,
Of spirits,
Flowing through the camp.

Again sitting around the bonfire,
And Everybody,
Will hear your drums,
Forever.

“All The Way Home To Supai”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I would love to travel,
All the way home to Supai.

I could be a part,
Of your day to day living.

Watching the hidden cinematic,
Historical movies,
Of the Grand Canyon walls.

Where the ancestors faces,
Travel through time,
And tell the stories,
Of eternity,
That their souls live in,
This very present day,
Of now,
To show us.

Grand Canyon is holy,
Humanity and love,
Were created here.

Eden will spread,
The seeds have been sown,
The vision has grown.

Out of blue and green,
Love will grow.

Blue the water,
Green,
The evergreen planet,
Married for all lives.

People of The Blue Green Water.
The Creator blesses,
Your every son and daughter,
Havasu Baaja.

Tell them that all their tiny steps,
Are history in the making,
Of their day to day,
Trivial lives.

Holy to sow,
Holy to grow,
Holy to know,
It all.

“The Edenkick”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The modern man ain’t got,
The Edenkick within his heart.
Yes, for sure he sees Eden,
That life, Eden, is an enormous miracle,
But he does not feel it.

He ain’t got the Edenkick.

Imagine Chief Burro,
Or Geronimo.

Imagine what they did feel.

They both had the Edenkick,
But it was messed up,
Basically by the white man.

No modern man,
Got the Edenkick,
Like Chief Burro and Geronimo did have.

People are Living too fast,
And they are too scared,
And too scarred by the world.

The only way to regain,
The Edenkick,
Is through tribal living.

Seeing the created in a way,
That is religious,
And seeing fellow tribal members bloom,
That will give you all,
The Edenkick.

Paradise is lost,
Because of the lack,
Of The Edenkick.

Ask the Apache,
Ask the Havasupai.

They heard tales about the Edenkick,
And some of them feel it,
Totally alone,
Next to a stone cold heart,
Of the white man’s way of life.

Is everybody in?
Let the Edenkick begin.

“The True People of The Creator”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The true people of The Creator,
Are stationed in Eden of Arizona.

Havasupai and Apache Nation,
Did know the ways of celebration.

This forever deep joy vanished,
But once in a while it speaks,
Through the people of The Creator.

Revive,
Alive,
This is the glimpse of Eden,
That will grow into,
A realm of pure inner,
And outer adventures.

I will do my best,
To nourish,
Your Garden of Eden.

I am all yours.

The eagle watches over you.
You might not believe it,
But this eagle lives,
in the land of spirits.

Feel him,
You will not see him.

But by the time he will manifest,
Like a visible spirit-face in the sky,
A sigh,
Will go through the people,
Of Havasupai and Apache Nation.

You will say with your spirits,
I knew we were right.

The proof,
Has become true,
In the sky so blue,
For you,
And me too.

Thanks to the path,
Of Chief Burro and Geronimo.

You are.

“Day and Night”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The Creator blesses you,
Day and night.
The sun, the moon, the stars,
Are your guiding lights.

Rest in the hands of Grand Canyon,
Do not fear.
You are Havasu Baaja,
You are here.

You are here,
In spirit and flesh.
The Creator speaks about,
The ones he loves the best.

Watch the sky,
Behold it high above.
You are Havasu Baaja,
You are pure love.

The sun-flowers grow,
In your souls of tomorrow.
Chief Burro will whisper,
No more sorrow.

Havasu Baaja,
Healed.

“Fat-Taker“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The white-eye,
Was called by The Indians,
“Fat-Taker”, to take, not give.
Because he stole from Mother Earth,
Tried to break-her,
Into pieces of dust.
He took,
Like a crook,
The spirit and body,
Of Mother Earth.
He was a “taker”,
Not a holy giver.

No dust.
From ashes to ashes,
No, I say. No way!
We come from light,
Not ashes,
We are light,
And become light,
Again,
In the end.

Why can’t you white-eye,
Be content having it all,
In Eden?

You are a man of God,
You say.
Life has become a prey,
For you.

Can’t you listen to Jesus?
Being humble?
Not erasing the bumblebee.

Money is all,
And down they fall,
They did not heed the call,
Of Crazy Norse.

You got the problem,
White-eye,
I don’t.

I cherish the old,
That is what has been told.
In the Ten Commandments,
Of Moses.
Like the Indians have done,
And they still do,
For elders.

I hope you listen,
To your inner heart,
White-eye,
The eye of God,
The Creator,
He sees it all,
From inside,
And from above.

He is love,
And so are you.

Amen.

“Indian Summer’s Call“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

An Indian summer’s call,
Blooms in love,
With the coming fall.

Seasons of Supai,
I am there, I am whole.
I rest in the present,
Feeling of soul.

I meet the elders,
Yes, the young and the old.
They both are so special,
That is what I have been told.

The wisdom of smiling,
The greatness of fun.
The same feeling,
That is owned by the sun.

This yellow life giver,
Up in the sky.
Has blessed every day,
In the town of Supai.

“In Supai“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

In Supai,
They seem to live a slow life.

But doing “nothing” is doing everything,
Like Havasupai do.

White-eye,
Is doing everything,
But in fact doing nothing.

Havasupai hang out with God,
In Eden.
That is something.

White-eye hangs out with The Devil,
In Hell’s Backyard.
That is nothing. Emptiness.

I wish modern man,
Saw slow living,
Is being, not doing.

“To be or not to be,
Is the question,”
Says William Shakespeare.

To be is all, like Havasupai do.
Much more than only doing.

Be while you do,
Like Havasupai do too.

Eden is right before your eyes.
Havasupai, see and feel it,
Because they are living in a slow pace,
Absorbing and breathing life.

Modern man sees Eden,
But does not feel it.
He is living too fast.
He does not absorb or breathe.

Indian living,
Like in Supai,
Is all.

“The Apache and The Havasupai Way“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I go the Apache and The Havasupai way,
Not to left,
Not to right,
But the Indian living,
In the God’s Eden light

The world of left and right,
Of the white-eye,
Both of their worlds live for the most,
Totally wrong,
A small amount of right.

The world of the Apache
And Havasupai,
Live for the most,
Totally right,
A small amount of wrong.

Modern man,
Fills life with poison,
In every layer of life.

The Apache and Havasupai,
Do the best to heal,
And preserve,
Inner and outer nature.

Who is right?

“Beware Of What You Erase“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Beware of what you erase,
You might erase Adam and Eve,
From the human face.

All Indian ancestors,
Havasupai,
As well Apache Nation.
The only ones,
Who do not act falsely,
They play no games,
They are true flames.

The only people left,
That are true humans.

Indian Summers,
An eternal tragedy,
If they would vanish,
From the souls of man.

The only ones left,
Who are alive,
Are Indians.

Something ancient,
Is rooted in their behavior.

I cannot put a finger on it why,
But they speak the language,
Of The Creator and The Created,
With their eyes,
No lies.

Beware of what you erase,
Mister “Future”,
You might erase future itself.

That is an eternal deed,
Of a tragedy,
The Creator will not forgive.

All there is left,
Are a few Adams and Eves,
Crucified by the morals,
Of the modern man,
In literally every land,
Where the evil has grown grand.

Go out in the desert,
Walk in the sand,
Of history.

Listen to the people of Jesus,
Jim Morrison,
Geronimo,
And Chief Burro.

They are all connected,
In the future of the vision.
They are the four winds,
Of clarity,
For eternity.

So,
Beware of what you erase,
You do no want to face,
The fate, my mate,
Of that deed of an eternal mistake,
Whom The Universe will punish.

Think, feel, heal,
And kneel,
To The Creator,
And The Created.

It is the only way,
Of the day,
Pray,
And say.

Amen.

“Forgotten?“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Will Apache, Havasupai,
Ways of living be forgotten?
Will a neon world of plastic,
Leave all souls to be rotten?

Will the children ever again,
Run barefoot over the lawn?
And greet the Creator,
For every blessing of dawn?

Will the natural ways,
Of the soul be blessed?
Or will all that is natural,
Be like the Indians, oppressed?

Will the clean water,
Become a history untold?
And will we greet all that is new,
To replace the goodness of the old?

Will all our souls,
Be left to “rest”?
Inside the bloody red sun,
That sets in the west?

The solution?

“I love you the best.
Better than the rest.
That I meet in the summer.
Indian summer,”
Said, Jim Morrison.

He taught me to search,
For the Indian Summer days,
To raise,
My soul,
In my every last day of coming.

I am honored,
To serve at any time,
Havasupai,
And Apache Nation,
With my tiny words,
In the puzzle of life.

Do you remember,
When we were in Eden?

Think with your soul,
Then you will know the answer.

“I Bring My Apache Woman“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I bring my Apache Woman,
To my tribe, in Supai.
The Chief of the tribe,
Smiled with a sigh.

I see you brought your women,
It looks like she is the one.
She is mysterious as the moon,
And Crazy Norse, you smile like the sun

I give you my blessing,
As well does the sky.
You will never part,
Your love will never die.

I said thanks to The Chief,
Who blessed my love.
He said, you must always seek wisdom,
From the eagle up above.

The eagle has a Vision,
That you both must adopt.
He is a manifestation of wisdom,
That cannot be stopped.

You my couple,
Go on forever, even more.
But I trust you both,
I know that for sure.

“The Flute of Tomorrow“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The flute of tomorrow,
Was a spirit tool from yesterday.

The flute brings,
Your tribe Havasupai,
Into a state,
Of The Creator’s remembrance,
Over all the created.

You gather next,
To the hollow flute,
You fill it with your spirits.

The songs that come from the flute,
Are alive,
Thanks to Havasupai,
Which breathe eternal life,
Into the flute

Young, grown ups and elders,
Remember The Creator,
Because of the songs,
From the flute.

Whitedove,
Your soul is pure,
And clean,
As the spirit-water,
Inside of the flute.

The flute speaks to me,
Because it is the spirit sound,
Of the sacred souls,
Of Havasu Baaja.

“If I Were To See You in Eden“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If I were,
To see you in Eden,
You would believe,
In the eternal,
Spirits,
In the eternal soul,
Of the blue green water.

If I were to meet you,
Next to the ram.
You will understand.

If you were to feel,
All that you see,
You will meet me,
In The Garden of Eden.

If you were to become,
Adam and Eve.
You will enter the inner,
And outer Garden,
Which you will never, ever,
Leave again.

That is my eternal promise.

“Your Beauty Havasupai“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Your beauty Havasupai,
Is that you live by the core.
To a place of mind,
Seldom seen before.

You do not just,
Put up a face.
You are natural beings,
Pioneers of the human race.

All that has been lost,
You bring forth to man.
Through your natural faces,
We do understand.

That your nature is good,
No need to be false and act.
You are the faces of God,
That is a fact.

We have to learn,
From Havasupai.
To show our true faces,
And stop with our every lie,
Of falseness,
Of the fast pace living,
Of modern man.

Modern man,
Has to become.
And show their naked faces,
To the warmth of the sun.

Havasu Baaja,
Carry more than you know.
A blessing place of souls,
To be embraced and loved.

“Something In Your Blood Apache and Havasupai“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

There is something,
In your blood Apache,
And Havasupai,
It is God,
In your blood,
Fate does nod to you both,
You know the ways
Of a true face.

I cannot put a finger on it,
But it is obvious.
I see it,
With my blind eye,
Of awareness.

How come you are so true?
I have seen you, I have seen me,
I am not that true like you,
But I try to be pure,
Like you are.

I have even seen good,
And God,
In your warrior’s faces.

I wonder about your beings,
I have never seen anything,
Like it,
Among my white-eyed people.

That nature you radiate,
Of peace,
Is divine.

There is, something,
In your Blood,
It is God,
Apache and Havasupai.

You are carriers of a divine heart,
Of God.

“Just Like In Paradise“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Havasupai and Apache,
Lived just like In Paradise.
Columbus’ interfered.
And they payed the price.

The eagle of Eden,
Is still in the sky.
But he seen too much suffering,
He mourns, in sadness, to cry.

Havasupai and Apache,
Remember the days.
Where the eagle of joy,
Showed you the ways.

The ways of loving,
Which The Great Spirit wrote.
In the air of the flying,
But then came a boat.

The boat of sorrow,
The true pagan mind.
Walked the “Turtle-land” brutal,
Moved fast, but he was blind.

He destroyed all that grew,
Praised all that sunk.
Now Eden of forever,
Is filled with only junk.

What is the word,
Look at the sky.
Then look into the eyes,
Of Apache and Havasupai.

Listen and learn,
from the Native Americans..

Then again we all will earn,
A place,
Just like in Paradise.

“If I Only Could Hug an Indian“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If I only could hug an Indian,
An Apache or Havasupai.
I would look into their eyes,
And say relax, with a sigh.

I befriend you not,
To steal what they stole.
But to give back what is missing,
So you feel complete again, and whole.

I have seen what they did,
I see what they do.
It is an evil “Man of morals”,
That is coming for you.

Look at the vast sky,
It is all hidden in the plains.
Which you will get back,
So the true Indians reign.

If I were to manifest visions,
I got deep in my heart.
I will fight for Havasupai, and Apaches,
With my persona and art.

Look into my eyes,
And you will see the eye of the sun.
“Is everybody in? Jim Morrison said,
The ceremony has begun.
The drama is fun,
Under the sun.

“You Are True Havasupai and Apache“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The only reason white-eye,
Come for you.
Because you are honest,
Because you are true.

I see your spirits,
It is all revealed.
If we listen to you,
All will be healed.

Because you do God,
The white-eye does not.
We do lie,
Hell of a lot

Will we ever again,
Greet the dawn.
Because my people,
Put concrete at your every lawn.

You are true,
To the nature of God.
God says you are right,
You got spirits in your blood.

How long will it take,
Before my people do see.
That riding the plains,
Is the only way to be.

“The Ghost Songs“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison,
Is an Indian friend.
He wanted to revive,
The Ghost Songs again.

His words were arrows,
His body the bow.
He took a crazy, wild path,
But he managed it somehow.

He loves the wilderness people,
Apache and Havasupai.
They own the vision of God,
They will never die.

Ancestors of Indians,
Have come to show.
Indians came to life,
To never go,
Away.

The Ghost Songs,
Wake you up, the last chance.
To do Jim Morrison’s,
Attempt for The Ghost Dance,
In an ancient trance.

“The Indian Way, Is The Only Way“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Jim Morrison asks,
“What went wrong?”

No one for sure knows that.

But we all do know what is right.
Living the tribal way,
Will heal and nourish people,
From the cradle to the grave.

We need one another,
We need to travel together,
Through daily life,
In a deeper level.

Just watch Havasupai,
Listen to the Apache.

They know the answer,
But my people,
The white-eyes are arrogant,
To walk the truth they talk,
It takes courage.

We have to dance,
Around the bonfire,
To really feel free,
That is the only way,
We are meant to be.

We cannot anymore,
Pollute our bodies,
Our forevergreen fields of grass,
Or our water.

We have to teach,
Our sons and daughters,
That elders are the most important ones,
They know the ways,
Of life under the sun.

The Indian way,
Is the only way.
That will lead us,
To the break of day.

You find these in legends,
Of The Apache,
And Havasupai.

If someone pointed ay me,
And said “Ask him”.
I would then rather answer humble.
“Ask Apache, ask Havasupai,
They know all of the ways,
Of life, much more than me”.

I only know fragments of life,
But what I know,
Gets noticed,
I hope.

“Do Not Worry Havasupai and Apaches“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Do not worry,
Havasupai and Apaches.

You all cry when you see,
The setting sun
But listen my tribes,
The dawn has begun.

In the same horizon,
The sun is setting,
There will rise an infinite sun,
Of dawn,
It is the same sun that is setting,
Which turns into your Indian dawn.

The dawn for your people.

You might not believe it,
At this very moment of time.
But there is a hidden agenda,
In my every Indian rhyme.

The small will grow,
The seeds have been sown.
You will get back,
All the adventures you have known.

The adventures of the fields,
The adventures given,
By The Great Spirit.

Do not worry,
I know the ways,
Of the path to the days,
Of the dawning day,
Of the soon coming of the tomorrow,
Of Eden.

“They See Indians, I see Adam and Eve“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

They see Indians,
I see Adam and Eve.
Their own beauty of living,
They were forced to leave.

In God’s Garden,
They could jump and run.
Totally in joy,
At one with the sun.

They did harvest from nature,
Indians did never steal.
They knew that Mother Earth,
Needed recovery, to heal.

They let their children be the created,
And blessed them with respect.
Children are the future like we all are,
They would never neglect,
Them.

The rivers did sing in joy,
The mountains were so wise.
They treated earth like Eden,
They took care of this Paradise.

But white-eye tamed the free rivers,
The mountains turned to dust.
They needed the minerals for war,
A warfare that seems to never rust.

How will it all end?
Will God’s Garden of Eden die?
I think the changes will happen,
Because of Apache and Havasupai.

“My Dream“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

My dream,
Is my reality.
I got to know Indians,
That is my destiny.

I am sending my heart,
And words of love.
To a people who understand,
What I do know.

Their living of core,
Is to live fully at best.
To feel Havasupai,
Inside their chest.

To greet the days,
And love more and more.
In the Grand Canyon,
The place of our Lord.

My vision is,
That all will feel.
Like an ancient Indian,
That is true, and real.

My Dream is simple,
The soul of Havasupai.
The people that live,
Before they die.

“My Redemption Song“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I listen to Bob Marley,
Redemption Song.
I start to cry,
Because I know where I belong.

I become visionary,
In my every grandiose way.
When I got Bob Marley,
By my side while I pray.

I think of Havasupai,
Bob Marley and Jim Morrison.
They did their best of deeds,
Under the sun.

They did not fail,
Even though they both fell.
Thanks to these souls,
Mother Earth will escape Hell.

I carry their torches,
Of eternal love.
They both do nod,
From Heaven up above.

I will do my best,
To fight like a lion.
I will fight like a sun,
Not like a treasonous neon,
Soul.

So take my words,
Dear Havasupai,
From a Crazy Norse,
That loves not to lie.

You my dear tribe of love,
You are almost larger that life.
You can teach humanity,
To live a life without strife.

You have to see that,
Havasu Baaja.
I see that in you.

Amen.

“The Great Spirit“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I feel the Great Spirit,
In the marrow of my bones.
I feel the Great Spirit,
In the sun, grass and stones..

When I walk among Apache,
Or bath in the spirit of Havasupai.
I think thank you, there is a power,
In my relief of a sigh.

Mother Earth is undeniable,
The Great Spirit’s wife.
They Are The Creators,
Of all universal life.

The Indians touch,
The fire of the soul.
Life is an adventure,
The journey is their goal.

Feel the freedom,
Blessed with a force.
Apache and Havasupai,
Know this secret source.

They try to share,
The sacred rivers that face.
The faith of fate,
For the human race.

The Great Spirit,
Is morning and night.
He gives darkness,
And the sunlight.

He is nature, breathing,
His way is the destiny.
It has been like this,
For eternity.

“An Ancient Havasu Baaja”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

An ancient Havasu Baaja,
Woke up to the sound of running water,
Smiled to his wife, son and daughter.
He said, wife,
This is life,
The feather in my heart,
Told me so,
In ways of the silent sound,
Of eternity,
That speaks to us all.
Havasy Baaja.

“You”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are the most,
Beautiful to me.
I did not not know,
What came to be.
I love Havasu Baaja,
My distant tribe.
So beautiful you are,
That I cannot describe,
With my poet’s words.
Only the birds,
Can describe.
And the bird wrote me a letter, in the sky,
That my tribe, will thrive, and never die.
I am yours.

“In The Hands of The Creator”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Grand Canyon is shaped like the two hands of The Creator,
That are holding Havasu Baaja,
In a gentle and caring safe state of a thrillful sigh,
Of love.
Grand Canyon shows the rest of the world,
If you rest in the hands of The Creator,
You are divine,
Like Havasu Baaja.

“Havasupai Garden of Eden”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

In The Havasupai Garden of Eden,
The Creator lives with you,
In all there is.
The spirit of the wind,
You feel.
The spirit of the sun,
You kneel.
The spirit of the tribe,
You heal.
That is meant to be,
You live in the right way.
May The Creator bless you,
Forever and more.

“Strikes”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

When Havasupai Garden of Eden,
Strikes my eyes,
I am struck by beauty,
That never dies.
This beauty is something,
That goes beyond.
Not only physical connection,
In the soul it bonds.
I do understand,
Why Havasu Baaja are unique.
It is because this stunning beauty,
Of The Creator’s Eden,
Transforms,
The vision of eyes into a vision of soul,
A mission of explaining,
To others,
What your people feel.
I have fallen flat,
For your divine feet.
Feel my words,
In your every heartbeat.
This is something new,
Never seen, heard or felt before.
I think Havasu Baaja,
Are the pioneers of making the body of mankind,
To gain his spirit.
In every possible way there is.
Modern Indians,
Back to Eden,
With the experiences,
Mankind has gained.
The Creator has blessed you,
To bless us.
Thank you Havasu Baaja.

“The Great Spirit”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You have deep contact,
With The Great Spirit,
Of the Blue Green water,

You are one.

You nourish the nature,
And the nature nourish you.

You both need one another’s pure souls.

You got a holy connection,
That helps trees to bloom,
And feel you.

You bloom because of this connection,
As Havasu Baaja say,
All is one.

You have understood The Creator,
The Great Spirit is in all.

All is one,
Trees are people,
People are trees.

You protect this divine connection,
So do I.

“I See The Ram Dance”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I see the Ram Dance,
And I feel it.

My spirit connects,
With the sound of the chanting,
And the heartbeat drum,
Of the vision of the Ram.

I wonder, I am puzzled,
How I transform,
Into nature,
Because of the sound,
And vision of The Ram Dance.

I will listen to the Ram Dance,
For eternity,
Because,
It is from eternity,
The Ram Dance comes from.

“In My Heart”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are in my heart,
In my every day.
You are in my thoughts,
When I pray.

You are in my soul,
When I feel the sun.
Havasupai Garden of Eden,
Is a Kingdom that has come,
to be….forever.

Thanks to you all:)
Dear Havasu Baaja:)

“When”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

When I hear the singing water,
I think of you.
Havasu Baaja,
The Green and The Blue.

When I hear a flute,
I think of you.
A dawning morning,
The days of the new.

When I hear women laughing,
I think of you.
The love of The Indians,
Which will one day come true.

When I see The Sun,
I think of you.
That Mother Earth,
is Green and Blue,
Like you.

“Lesson of Havasupai”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are the sacred people,
Of The Blue Green Water.

You got a lesson,
For the people,
Of The Blue Green Planet.

That is to teach your children,
To listen to the elders.

The elders know which fruits,
To eat.

The elders know which trails,
That are safe and prosperous.

The elders know the ways,
Of love.

That is the main lesson to learn,
Where it all starts.

The elders are the most important,
Remember all came from them.
All starts with the elders.

Havasu Baaja know that.

That is the universal lesson,
Of Havasupai.

“Heart of Supai”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I would thrive,
In the heart of Supai.
I’m just like them,
I’m a happy guy.

I would grab a burger,
Wear my hat.
Ask the Havasupai,
What about that?

It is cool to hang out,
With you in my dreams.
And take a bath in the river,
Feel the blue green streams.

I would live my life,
As it should be.
Like a modern Indian,
In a vision I see.

I would greet the elders,
The wisdom of all.
Life is an Indian Summer,
Moments rise and fall.

This is a dream,
Of an ordinary guy.
To grab a burger,
In the heart of Supai.

“Mild Child”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are the mild child,
Of The Creator.

You live in harmony,
With inner and outer nature.

You grow up under The Sun,
And rest under The Moon.

Each day for something new,
To be breathed.

You breathe life in,
And breathe gratitude of life out.

See this mild child,
At the bottom of Grand Canyon,
But at the top of The Creator’s world.

That is were you are,
Dear Havasu Baaja.

You feel all I see,
You are blessed.

“The Wisdom of The Water”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I would like to hear,
The stories told,
By The Blue Green Water.

The wisdom of the water.

I am interested,
What the spirits,
Would like to tell me.

Thousands of years,
Of wisdom exists in the Havasu Falls.

I would love to know,
To get to know,
The Spirit of Havasu Baaja.

These stories are told,
People should listen,
And learn,
And earn the eternal message,
of the ancestors water words.

That the eternal can be reached,
In every moment,
Of the memory eagle.

The stories and wisdom,
of the water,
Make Havasu Baaja feel,
And fly like eagles.

The eagles of the past,
Are coming to last.

Through the wisdom,
Of The Blue Green Water.

“Children of The Sun Flower”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Kindness,
Gladness,
Shine in your eyes,
Children of The Sun Flower.

Grow to be strong,
Sing a new,
But ancient song.

Listen to the words,
Spoken by the eyes of The Elders.

Havasu Baaja,
Your children,
Are protected,
In your destiny.

I wonder,
About the wonder,
Your people are,
Young as well the old.

Guardians of the canyon,
The Canyon guards your children,
In gratitude,
That you protect nature,
You are protected in Supai.

I wish I could fly,
And hear the children’s,
True laughter,
And see the tribe,
Shower them with love.
The elders shower them with wisdom.

All is well,
You drink straight from the spirit-well,
Of The Creator.

Therefore you are wise,
You understand,
Havasupai Garden of Eden,
Is a Paradise,
for all growing,
Children,
Plants,
And animals grow, with you.

You all are,
Children of The Sun Flower

“Never Give Up”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Never give up,
Trust The Universe,
Your ways of life will prevail.

You might seem small now,
Havasu Baaja.

But I see the future,
Of yours.

You will teach,
And preach,
That all life is Holy,
And it should be felt like that,
Maybe more people will listen,
By the time.

The blue green water,
Is not just only blue green water.

It is the home of the ancestor’s souls,
That whisper in the warm breeze,
In the air of the water.

You will prevail.

Trust me,
The water speaks so,
The sun as well.

“The Path of The Sun”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The ceremony has begun,
I know the path of The Sun.

Its ways of dawning,
Bliss to be.
See all life,
Is breathing free.

Grand Canyon is the valley,
Of the wise.
Havasu Baaja can teach us all,
About Paradise.

Under the Path of The Sun.

I think there is a bigger picture,
Of all that comes from Havasu Baaja.

Maybe it is meant to be.
Your ways of thinking,
Will set people free.

Something special,
Happens in Grand Canyon.

The beauty of Grand Canyon,
Reaches something deep beyond.

Because of Havasu Baaja.

“Beautiful Waters, Even More Beautiful People”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Beautiful waters,
Even more beautiful People.

You are much more,
Than only Blue Green Water.

I got Blue Green water in my eyes,
When I hear the sound of her voice,
Mother Earth.

You got Blue Green Water souls.
I see and feel it,
I cry.

The most beautiful place,
In the world,
Creates the most beautiful people.

Havasu Baaja.

We are at the brink of dawn,
All people have to feel,
What you see.

Like the eyes,
Of Havasu Baaja do.

You are the eyes
Of the sacred Grand Canyon.

You are the eyes,
Of The Creator.

You see, and feel.

And that make you,
Havasu Baaja,
The true innocent,
Children of Gaia.

Beautiful waters,
Even more beautiful People.

Guardians of The Grand Canyon,
The canyon gave you the eyes,
To your soul.

“Whitedove Cries For The World”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Whitedove,
You paint tears,
At your face.

Whitedove cries for the world.

You are Grand Canyon Whitedove.

You suffer,
You want the world to heal.

All is one,
Therefore you feel the pain,
Of your fellow sisters and brothers,
Of the world.

You heal me with your voice
Of compassion,
Whitedove.

You are so full of love,
That I can feel it overseas.

Your love reaches all corners,
Of The Universe.

You touch The Creator,
With your Holy love.

You are a gift Whitedove.

Citizen of Supai.

Love to you,
You give me love,
Just by being you.

Bless you.

“Dear Whitedove”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Dear “Whitedove”,
An ancient wise soul.

You tell stories in the setting sun,
That all will become,
An eternal dawn in the west.

“Whitedove” says:

“Everything is part of everything else.”

It is not only true,
It is the truth.

I look into your eyes
I see depths I have never seen before.

I want to know this wisdom,
You know from an eternal place,
In your heart.

How come you became so alive,
In a dead world?

You must have the power,
Of The Universe,
The core of the true being of yours.

I am puzzled “Whitedove”
I am puzzled,
In an eternal awe,
Of your connection with The Universe.

No more words,
You gave me a silent world.

In my heart there is,
An ancient silent eagle,
That you awakened in my soul.

You gave,
A part of me back,
To myself.

Thanks “Whitedove.”

“Up On The Canyon Rim”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Up on the canyon rim,
In Havasu Baaja land.
Born out of the Canyon,
Where all is Grand.

Expand your land,
To what it shall be.
Set the spirit,
Of Grand Canyon free.

You are meant to grow,
In body and soul.
Ancient tomorrow,
Will make you whole.

The day you get back,
All of your sacred land.
The spirit of Captain Burro,
Will take your hand.

He guided your vision,
Made you strong.
You have heard,
His every song,
In the Blue Green Water.

The future is set,
The prophecy will be fulfilled.
Awaken the souls,
That were brutally killed.

Ghost dance is power,
For Natives to chant.
The words of The Creator,
Will flow in a rant.

Havasu Baaja,
Will be the first to dance.
In a deep connection,
With his spirit in trance.

“It Only Starts With Indians”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

It only starts with Indians,
You are the only ones,
That get my words.

My words are for you,
And they will grow.
We see one another,
We both do know.

My tribe of healing,
You embrace my spark.
You almost lost hope.
You almost gave up.

But listen to me Havasu Baaja.
You were right,
All the time,
With all you have said.

You praise the living,
And honor the dead.

But dear “Whitedove”,
One day you will not,
Paint red tears at your face anymore,
You will embrace,
My every growing word.

I am not all,
But heed my call.

We cannot do the evil deeds anymore,
Mother Earth is tired.

Rest in the moment,
Grab your fellow friend.
Sing songs under the sun,
That will never end.

It is not only a dream,
A vision.
It is a mission,
Of the Indian ways,
For days to come,
Under the scattered sun,
For all the people.

It all started with Havasu Baaja,
The true sun,
Rises in the west,
Inside your chest.
I love you the best,
Better than all the rest.

Thy Indian Summer.

“Havasupai Pen”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I light a torch,
It is my Havasupai pen.
I will light a fire,
With it, my friend.

I fight against frogskin,
Money.

The Creator says NO,
To Uranium mines.

He takes a notice,
Of the souls who betray nature.
All is logged,
By The Creator,
Beware.

That is all I say,
Hear Havasupai pray,
Be a listener of my every word.

I call for forces,
Which I do carry.
All the liars,
You should worry.

“You know the day destroys the night”
Jim Morrison said that.

I picked up his torch,
An ancient pen.
What it does say,
You will know it my friend.

You do not have the slightest,
Chance against the sun.

The dawning morning,
Is here.
No more fear.
No more uranium.

Havasupai, Havasu Baaja,
THE PEOPLE OF,
THE ETERNAL BLUE GREEN WATER.

“What Chief Burro Would Say”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

What the heck,
Are you all doing?

Are you not tired,
Of wearing masks,
And false faces,
Hiding the ones you truly are?

You are all afraid of one another,
It is sick how the neonlight-souls,
Turned out to not function at all,
Heed Chief’s Burro call,
Or you all are bound to fall.

There is only one oasis left in the world,
Havasupai,
Havasu Baaja.

Take a dive into Havasupai eyes,
Faces and souls.

In them you find an eternal well,
Of spirit and light,
Pure nature of human kindness.

That is the path you shall walk.

Learn from Havasupai,
My lost sisters and brothers,
Chief Burro howls in the wind.

It is time to listen.

This is,
What Chief Burro would say,
Hear him pray,
Seize the dawn of day,
Ok?

“In Every Face of The Creator”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

In every face,
Of The Creator,
Havasu Baaja,
Speak to the human race,
With faces.

The tales of The Creator,
Are spoken,
In the faces,
Of Havasu Baaja.

The Creator,
Has put an example,
To follow,
The charisma of Havasu Baaja.

The strong faces,
I have never seen anything like it.

Havasu Baaja,
Speak the words of The Creator,
Through the visions,
Of all the strong faces.

The most beautiful,
People of Earth.

I hear the flute,
Speaks ancient wisdom,
Your people deliver,
To the world.

Everyone will harvest,
This wisdom,
The faces of The Creator speak.

To me,
You are the spokepersons,
Of The Creator.

I believe that,
Soon to be known.

Havasu Baaja,
Seeds of love, wisdom,
Are spoken,
In every face of The Creator,
Of Havasu Baaja.

“Havasupai Exist In Existence”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Havasupai exist in Existence,
Every moment they open,
Their eagle-eyed souls,
And embrace the sky within.

They harvest every evening,
And bloom every morning.
They live their every day,
And in grace they pray.

They got a covenant with The Creator,
To guard the ancient souls,
Of eternity,
For eternity.

Havasupai know that existing,
Is about letting go, to flow,
And throw yourself at the breeze,
Just like the eagle dances,
Freely in the sky.

Fully alive,
Fully aware.

Existing is about,
Being one,
With your surroundings.
United with the universe.
No bounderies,
Only free flowing limitless love.

Existence,
Is a word to live.

Havasupai exist,
In existence,
Without any hindrances.

Eternity cannot be stopped.
It lasts forever and more,

Havasupai are an invitation,
To an open tipi,
Not knocking on a closed door,
Of the non-living modern man,
With his iron soul..

Havasupai exist in existence,
They have known how to live,
For thousands of years.
Alive,
An example to follow.

The morning will follow,
An eternal dawn will rise,
Existing is having a perception,
That life is Eden.

Only this can be reached,
By listening to the ancient,
And wise,
Who knows the secrets of Paradise.

Havasu Baaja know the sacred secrets,
Of Paradise,
I know that too.

“The Havasupai Way (For The Generations)”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Havasu Baaja,
Never let your elders be alone.
Do not live your life,
With a heart of stone.

If you are a youngster,
Hang out with the old.
They know which stories,
To be told.

If generations,
Hang out with one another.
Listen to your great grandfather,
And your great grandmother.

This is a poem,
You know what I did say.
Live like Modern Indians,
The tribal, Havasu Baaja way,
The elders are the only ones,
Who know the ways of the day.

“Listen To The Eyes of Havasupai”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Listen to the eyes,
Of Havasupai.

Their eyes tell tales,
Longer than a normal lifespan,
They tell tales of eternity.

You never forget eyes,
Like Havasupai.

You will memorize their eyes,
In a way you cannot explain.

A mystery even the poets cannot solve,
But the poets do encourage people,
To explore this mystery.

Explore Havasu Baaja,
Then you will know it all.

“Bring Eternity To Heaven”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I am going to,
Bring eternity to Heaven.

I will tell The Creator,
That I saw eternity blink,
In every moment,
Of image
Of The Havasupai Tribe.

I will tell The Creator,
I was not alone.

I saw the eyes,
An eternal look,
In their eyes.

I believed I was totally alone,
In the world
With my watered soul.

I saw the water in,
The Havasupai souls.

The blue green water.

Our waters meet in the rivers of life,
Havasupai and me.

We blend,
And I get.the taste,
Of eternity.

Now I got a blue green soul.
I am whole.

Thanks to Havasu Baaja,
I swim in the blue green water,
For eternity.
From Mother Earth,
Into The Heavens.

Heavenly, divine,
Is this marriage,
Between Havasupai,
And me.

It is written in the stars,
And the story unfolds,
At Mother Earth,
Like a play of A beautiful drama,
Under our Father Sky,
The Holy Sun.

“Just One Eternal Day In Supai”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

If I could stay,
Just one eternal day,
In Supai.

I would gladly be saying,
I am totally at home,
On Mother Earth.

Vibes of Havasupai,
Are flowing in every person there.

I am here,
I close my open eyes,
And I feel the sensation,
Of belonging to a tribe.

Tribal living,
Is the answer of every question,
Modern Indians,
The vision.

I send you my thoughts,
Words,
Feelings.

These thoughts, words, feelings,
Only for Havasu Baaja.

“My Inner Eye Does Fly”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I close my eyes,
And my inner eye does fly.
Over oceans and lands,
And I arrive in Havasupai.

There is something holy,
With this tribe.
It is destined,
The poet tries to describe.

I do not know fate,
But I have faith in words of love.
The sky protects you Havasu Baaja,
Maybe the sky got an eye,
For you?

“Your Drums Are Meant To Beat”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Your drums are meant to beat,
In your Eden,
Havasupai and Apache Nation.

Your drums are not meant to beat,
In the city streets.

Your drums are the pulse of nature,
Therefore run wildly,
Over your plains of forever,
Free as you shall be.

Let the grass hear your drums,
Let the wind carry the sound,
Of your drums.

“By The Bonfire In Supai”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I sit,
By the bonfire in Supai.
I observe with my soul,
That will never die.

I know this fire,
Has come to pass.
In the mean time,
I walk barefeet, in the grass.

I feel freedom in the evenings,
Watching the tribe.
Enjoying and dancing,
With The Creator by their side.

This celebration,
Will last longer than life.
I look into the eternal soul,
Of my beloved wife

“You Are Deep, Havasupai”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are deep Havasupai,
Because you live deep down,
At the bottom,
Of The Grand Canyon.

Therefore you are deep,
Your vision says so.

Going back to Eden.

You will show the way.

A river from Supai,
Will defy gravity,
And send rivers from the center,
Of Supai,
To all the corners of the world,
Upstreams the walls,
Of the canyon.

This wisdom will spring out,
Of your tribe,
And the rivers of wisdom,
Will flow up every hill,
And will reach every single soul,
On Mother Earth.

You will teach them,
About harmony,
That eternity blinks in every moment,
Of time.

That you will discover that your life,
Is a hopefully blessed rhyme,
In the eternal poem,
Of The Creator.

“Silent Sound of Prayer”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A woman in Supai,
Went for a walk,
To the river.

She wanted a moment,
Of silent sound of prayer.

She wanted to hear,
The spirits in the water,
Speak to her.

The water told her,
I know that prayer has been lost,
To a certain degree,
But one day the Indian lifestyle,
Will set all people free.

Feel the world,
And the world will feel you.

She went back to her house,
And spouse,
And looked into the eyes of life,
And said:
“I am Havasu Baaja, and this is my home.”

“Bonfire Flames”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Bonfire flames,
Give everybody names,
That are true and real,
That do not play games.

This goes deeper,
Than what you all do see.
It is an invisible flame within,
That will set you free.

I see that flame in Apache Nation,
I see that flame in Havasupai.
Do not worry,
This flame will never die.

“Which Way?”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Which way,
Would I go Creator,
If I plainly had to choose?

I would go the Havasupai,
And Apache Nation way,
My every day,
To pray,
And bless the holy natural ways
Of living,
Without destroying Mother Earth,
Like the culture of white-eye,
Does.

If I had to choose,
I would lose,
The ways of the setting sun,
Of the evil west.

I would rather live,
The Indian way,
Letting the sun rise,
In the west.

I love you the best,
Havasupai,
And Apache Nation.

Show people of earth,
The right way.

You have to,
If not,
A devastating sadness,
Will fill the universe,
With evil darkness.

Bring Christ,
Not the white-eyed,
Contemporary “Christianity”,
To the people of earth.

Be good as Jesus Christ,
The Christians have,
Smeared and destroyed,
His reputation,
Totally.

Which way?

Like Jesus Christ,
Like Chief Burro,
Like Geronimo,
Like Jim Morrison.

Amen.

Strange words indeed,
The Creator hears what your souls,
Breathe.

Love or hate?

You choose,
Watch your steps.

Which way?

I say watch your steps,
The drama called life is,
Recorded by God,

He never forgets,
All you “forgot”,
To do.

“I Know My People Too Damn Well”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I know my people,
Too damn well,
They say they are Angels,
But they promote Hell.

They say Apache Nation,
and Havasupai.
Won’t get to Heaven,
They will eternally die.

I am ashamed of Christians,
But I follow Christ.
There are not many of them,
That dare to take that fight.

The fight for Eden,
Adam and Eve.
A world the Indians,
Will never leave.

But the white-eye,
Does the best to erase.
And lead the Indian minds,
Into another “phase”.

But I tell you pride boy,
In your so cool jeans.
I’m gonna tell you the truth,
Of your suicidal dreams.

You kill the nature,
You kill the people of God.
You fill the rivers,
With Indian blood.

So, beware, don’t smear anymore,
The name of Christ, my friend.
The evil culture of White-eye,
Has come to an end
And all will mend.

In the name of,
Jesus Christ,
Geronimo,
Chief Burro,
And Jim Morrison.

Men of God’s Nature.

Amen.

“A Pure Tribute to Chief Burro”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

A pure tribute to Chief Burro,
You felt an eternal sorrow,
When they drove Adam and Eve,
You,
Out of The Garden of Eden.

The Creator recorded the evil deeds,
They did to you Chief Burro.

You died of a sad heartache,
The Creator had a soul-ache.

He cried tears from the blue sky,
Invisible tears,
Fears brought to Havasupai.

But now you are back,
I got you back too,
I sure do it,
For Chief Burro,
And my loving friends,
Havasu Baaja.

Amen.

“The Vision”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The vision of Chief Burro,
Is deeper than,
Just a brief historical event,
It is eternal.

He is the sun,
That lasts forever.
He has The Vision,
Of fulfilling all life,
To be eternal.

He shows there is life in life,
In Grand Canyon,
And Supai.

When you see life in life,
That there are two realms,
Happening at the same time.

Spirit and body,
Two mediums of The Creator,
That work hand in hand,
Spirit and body,
Present in the Eden land.

Be aware of these two mediums,
Of life in life.

You see the visible,
But also see the invisible,
With the “blind” eye,
Of the heart,
Your soul.

You find two realms,
In the blue green water.

The ancestors live,
Like an unheard sound,
In the invisible water,
To be seen for the ones,
That see life in life.

Life in life,
Is an answer,
Of living fully,
As Havasupai do.

Under the two suns,
One visible,
The other invisible,
The body and soul,
Of the sun.

You can feel this cool soul,
Of the sun,
As well its physical warmth.

Chief Burro is not dead.
You hear him in the sounds,
Of flowing dancing water,
In The Havasupai Garden of Eden.

There is a Creator.
And there is the created.

The soul,
And body of the universe.

Eternal.

Listen, see with the vision,
Of the eyes of Havasupai.

They know life in life.

“Geronimo Comes

(Chief Burro Too)”

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Geronimo comes,
Chief Burro too.
The ancient truth,
Has come for you.

They will come in words,
Like crafty snakes.
Come from the past,
From the ancient lakes.

They will quote The Bible,
And erase every liar.
In the modern world,
Of the Roman Empire.

They will Baptist the people,
Show that Eden is earth.
And the tribal magic,
Will give people a rebirth.

They will show you the Kingdom,
Here at earth, and in the sky.
That all is born,
To never die.

They will reveal for you,
All that has never been seen.
That the fields of forever,
Are evergreen.

They will teach you to,
Cherish the old.
It is through them,
The stories are told.

They will show you the path,
To the naked soul.
Where people are not afraid,
Of one another anymore.

They tell you the words,
We do not come just to go.
There is something inside,
That never dies, you know.

Jesus, Jim Morrison,
Geronimo and Chief Burro.
Will give you all this,
In a present tomorrow.

Amen.

“Ancient Women Laughter“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I hear ancient women laughter,
In the air of Havasupai.

My dream is to give back,
The unfiltered laughter,
Modern man,
Slowly tries to destroy.

Imagine,
Eternity in every blink of an eye.
This is the way of ancient days,
Of Havasupai.

I hear the women,
With a light rolling laughter.
That lasts forever after,
Time has passed.

Women laughter,
Make men smile.
And handle to walk,
That extra mile,
For spiritual progress,
For the eternal tribe.

Give women laughter,
Back to Mother Earth.
Then we will have the birth,
Of something new,
The ancient times of old,
Will be reborn..

The only way,
The break of day,
Will give,
And you will live,
With laughter,
Thanks to women laughter,
Of Havasupai.

“The True Eden People of Wisdom“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The Apache, Havasupai,
Wisdom is much deeper.
Than the shallow white-eye,
Evil deed “sleeper”.

They grew wisdom,
Out of their soul.
The white-eyed wisdom,
Was to search for gold,
He is sold,
He betrayed the ancient,
And the old.

White-eye talks about Jesus,
The Apache and Havasupai,
Walk Jesus.

The wisdom of Apache,
And Havasupai.
Comes from a source,
That will never die.

The Eternal Creator.

The Indian has goodness,
In his blood.
White-eye claims,
He is the man of God.

Beware my brother,
My fellow man in skin.
One day the Devil,
Will bring you in.

Do not quote Jesus,
Like a liar of day.
When you kill Adam and Eve,
It doesn’t help to pray.

You pray to Jesus, my friend,
He sees your evil heart.
That you hide behind,
Advanced culture and art.

Jesus sees,
Your every deed.
It is for the Indians,
He did truly bleed.

Jesus’ world of heart,
Is Adam and Eve.
A world the Apaches,
And the Havasupai,
Did never leave.

Jesus is fighting for you,
My Indian friends.
He is fighting for the ancient,
Which never ends,
But it mends.

God will embrace,
Your divine goodness,
Apache Nation,
And Havasupai,
Trust me,
I do not lie.

I know the path of the sun.

“I Fly To Supai“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I fly to Supai,
With my soul and mind.
I am welcomed,
By the people who shine.

They see my soul,
That I am one of them.
Our love is forever,
To never end.

I do not know,
but still I am sure.
To fly to Supai,
Is the cure.

Healing mind,
Soul and heart.
Express the people,
With my art.

I am just a humble guy,
I do not want more.
Because I got Havasupai,
And my precious Lord,
Within in my heart,
For eternity.

“My True People“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

My true people,
Are living in bliss,
But the modern life,
Got a dangerous kiss.

Remember to be rooted,
In your past.
Because the modern world,
Comes so fast.

So hold your ground,
Always remember Chief Burro.
Bring your yesterday,
Into your tomorrow.
For a beautiful,
Present eternal now.

“The Sun Got An Indian Soul“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The sun got,
An Indian soul.
If you feel this,
You are alive, fully and whole.

Havasupai grow,
Shining flowers of life,
That light up their souls,
Through good times, and through strife.

They know that the grass,
Can speak and just say.
Rest in me, my friend,
In your every day.

They look at the stars,
In the middle of the night.
And feel a connection,
Through soul, as well with the light.

All is one,
My children of Mother Earth.
When you feel this inside,
You had your rebirth,
In life.

“Children of The Sun Flowers“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

Children of the sun flowers,
Words for the young.
Never forget,
Your native tongue.

Do not be swallowed,
By the consuming world.
Havasupai are precious,
Rare as a pearl.

Take care of the elders,
Do not neglect their souls.
Listen to them and reach,
All of your goals.

I know it is hard living,
But await the sacred dawn.
That will grow native sun flowers,
At the Supai forever lawn.

“Love of Havasupai“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are pure,
Love of Havasupai.
I have been searching the world,
For your truthful eye.

I see your soul,
Easy it is done.
My searching is over,
My peace has come.

I am not alone,
Among the people of the world.
When the eye of Havasupai,
Came and unfurled,
My belief in humanity.

I now know,
I am not alone in life.
You gave me peace in my soul,
Now I can search for a wife.

Thanks Havasu Baaja,
For giving me a home
At Mother Earth,
This is what I have been searching for,
Since birth.

“Dances With Havasupai“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

He dances with Havasupai.
The Ram Dance.

He feels powerful,
The words of The Creator,
Are in his veins.

He sees women, men,
Elders, youth and children.

He dances with them all,
He had an Indian call,
That became true,
For you,
To participate in.

Dances with Havasupai,
All will soon do too.

Fate.

I know destiny,
An eternal decision,
Has been made

It is written in the stars,
What takes place on Mother Earth.

Dances with Havasupai.
Soon all dances with everyone,
Under the Eden sun.

“I Never Heard So Much Laughter Before“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I never heard so much laughter before,
Like I did in my dream about Havasupai.
This was a laughter of eternity,
It is eternal, and it will never die.

The Great Spirit gave this blessing,
To the People of The Blue Green Water.
Pass this joy and laughter Havasu Baaja,
To your every son and daughter.

You are Eden, Adam and Eve,
The Great Spirit still got a face.
Havasu Baaja, you are a blessing,
To all of the human race.

“The Beauty of Havasupai and Apaches“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

You are the most physical,
And spiritual,
Beautiful people,
I have ever seen.
At the face of Mother Earth,
Your faces speak the words,
Of The Great Spirit,
In every scene,
Of life.

The Great Spirit,
Is very happy,
And in a loving state,
When he creates,
The beauty of Havasupai,
And Apaches.

I will fight for you,
with my words,
Of birds,
Everyone can see these words,
But they cannot,
Not hurt or catch,
These words of birds.

I will protect your beauty,
The Great Spirit,
Sculptured all of you,
Into his face of all,
He will never let you fall,
Because you got a call,
Of Eden.

My dream is to marry,
The lady of all,
It is my dream.

But first I will present,
You for yourselves.

See your own beauty,
Of forever.

You cry,
But do as Jim Morrison says:
“Fly, do not cry”.

I am the bird of dawn,
And I will teach you how to fly,
So, do not die.

Feel a sigh of relief,
You are the chosen ones,
Havasupai and Apache.

Trust me, you will grow.
Trust me, you will now.
Your own beauty,
Sisters and brothers,
Of the divine.

These words of birds,
Are not mine,
They belong to the voice,
Of the wind.

Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin.
It started with words,
Which turned into birds,
Worlds

Your worlds,
Havasupai and Apache.
My love.

“An Endless Face“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I saw an endless face,
Came to be.
A vision of Supai,
Came to set you free.

This face got a name,
Havasupai.
Brought to you by Burro,
His name will never die.

He floats in the water,
He lives in the air.
Something special,
Is born out of here.

Here in Supai,
There is a vision of all.
With an endless invisible face,
Hangs on the Grand Canyon wall.

This face is hurt,
But will grow for tomorrow.
With visions for the future,
And he will remember Burro.

This face got no name,
You cannot see him clear.
But you can feel him in Supai,
His spirit is here.

What can he say,
When he got no visible face?
But he will guide all the people,
They all will embrace,
Him.

I cannot predict,
But I can see a man.
Whom this might be,
No one understands.

The commune of Supai,
Is that secret face on the wall.
We are all as one,
After all.

“The Dawning of Jim Morrison“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The dawning of Jim Morrison,
Has to come.
He was right,
Yes, he did wrong.

The reason is,
He saw Eden vanish,
And became sad,
And did bad,
Got mad,
Jim Morrison,
No more glad.

He saw the dances,
Of the Indians,
Were erased,
By modern society.

He gave me the Indian Summer,
I think of my Indian Summer,
Ten times a day,
Every day,
Since I met,
Jim Morrison,
In my reality of the year 1991,
My first Indian Summer.

His Indian poems,
Inspired my warmth,
Gave me the fire,
To not be a white-eyed liar.

I heard ancient laughter,
In the wind.
I saw spirits,
In all there is.

My only drug,
Was Eden.

I had Eden inside,
I had Eden outside,
I had Eden everywhere.

I had ancient feelings,
An Indian joy,
Then I met a friend’s vision,
He told me about Havasupai,
Apache Nation,
All there is came to be,
For me.

I found my people of Eden,
I thought I was alone.

I am not alone,
Supai is my family,
And home,
Among my friends,
The Apaches I roam,
In my reality of dreams.

Supai,
Will never die,
And Geronimo,
And Burro,
Will never be forgotten.

I will make sure of that,
In my grandiose mind.
But in my grounded thoughts,
Of visions.

Thank you Jim Morrison,
“Is everybody in?
The ceremony is about to begin,”
You said.

The ceremony has begun,
Jim Morrison,
Under the scattered sun,
With visions,
Of Indian beauty,
And fun,
Will come.

It is from the ancient,
Future has begun.

Back to The Garden of Eden.

Amen.

“Cannot Replace Havasupai“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

The white-eye’s violins,
Cannot replace the drums,
Of Havasupai.

The white-eye’s cinema,
Cannot replace the real beautiful drama,
Of Havasupai.

The white-eye’s airplane,
Cannot replace the freedom flight of the eagle-hearts,
Of Havasupai.

The white-eye’s sugar-dreams of money,
Cannot replace the spirit-honey,
Of Havasupai.

The white-eye’s blind wisdom,
Cannot replace the sacred words of The wisdom,
Of Havasupai.

The white eye’s gold mines,
Cannot replace the gold in the hearts,
Of Havasupai.

The white-eye’s uranium mines,
Cannot replace the divine eternal energy,
Of Havasupai.

Havasupai,
Heed their call.
The last chance is given,
Be wise.

“I Remember My Indian Sun Too“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I remember my Indian sun too.
Where all was beautiful and fun,
My Indian summer sky was blue.

My dear Apache,
My dear Havasupai.
I know what we all have lost Eden,
Because of an evil,
White-eyed good-bye.

But we still linger on,
We still feel glimpses,
Of the spirit
In our remembrance,
Of the sun.

Nothing is forgotten,
It is only secretly hid.
Do not deny The Ghost Dance,
That is something,
The Great Spirit will forbid.

We have to dance,
Grab the chance,
Go in trance,
And glance,
Into a powerful,
Divine eternal Eden.

I have been there,
As well have you.
Geronimo whispers in the wind,
Chief Burro,
In the blue green water too,
They will dance,
For me and you.

Apache Nation,
Havasupai.
An eternal hello,
Came out,
Of a devastating good-bye.

A fresh start,
Of spirit, mind and heart,
Live the passion of art.

I remember my Indian sun too.
Now it has begun,
Kingdom will come to me,
And you.

You know we had it all,
The Garden of Eden.

We got to wear our beads,
In unity,
Forever,
Indian friends,
And it all mends,
And it never ends.

We will say welcome forever,
Erase the word good-bye.
That is my promise,
Apache and Havasupai.

“Spiritual Elephant Man“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

I am the spiritual,
Elephant man.
I preach the Indian Gospel,
Across the land.

I have been through,
Hellish nameless tests.
But I hold my dear vision,
Of Indians inside my chest.

I found my home,
In an Arizona town.
They touch me,
Deep, deep down,
In my soul.

I am tender like a flower,
But I got an elephant’s skin.
I let every,
Havasupai in,
My heart.

Havasupai walk their talk,
They live in a simple way.
Greet every single,
Blissful day.

They know the core,
Of their Eden lives.
They know there are blessings,
And much striving.

They live life fully,
In the good and the bad.
Through happiness,
And days of the sad.

But they know deep,
In their beautiful being.
There is more to life,
Than only seeing.

Feeling the mystery,
Is their key to God.
The eagle above,
Approve their living,
And nod.

“This Is Eden“

By Robert Moritz-Olsen

How can you look,
Geronimo or Burro in the eye?
When you see their fields of Eden,
Are raped, abused to die.

How can you bare,
To kill the butterfly?
That once was an Indian,
He is now, left in the dirt to die.

This is Eden,
At your bare feet.
You kill the grass and the flowers,
Paving your own street.

What about us,
That still got a soul?
Are you going to throw us,
In a dungeon hole?

I look at the stars,
I have to become.
My fight for Earth songs,
Like a son of the sun.

Does anybody care anymore,
About the beauty destroyed by all?
They are building houses in Eden,
That are hundred floors tall.

I know why Geronimo,
Went to war for The Garden.
I know why Burro gave up,
And did cry then.

Take my actions,
You will notice my words.
I will fight forever,
For both of God’s worlds.

The Garden of Eden,
And the fields of forever,
In the sky.
Apache and Havasupai.