“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.

“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.