Nibì Nibì Nibì Nibì

Nibì Nibì Nibì Nibì

 River. Water. Nibì

I am standing on a hill surrounded by plants, grasses, and insects.

Plants whose names I do not know.

Being with kisiskâciwani-sîpiy, I root myself to this place

Watching the water move, the giver of all the life around me.

Nibì I say aloud. water.

Nibì- how many times did my ancestors speak this word?

Nibì I say aloud, again and again and again, reaching out

nibì, rivers, rain, clouds, life, fish, snow, sleet, nibì

What conversations did they have with and about nibì?

Nibì !

One of the few words I know. A connection so severed my physical, emotional, and spiritual body aches.

Nibì nibì nibì – tears pulse up from the earth, move up this body and ask to grieve through my eyes - Nibi

I feel as if speaking it out loud allows me to be fully grounded and connected for that one second it takes me to say… nibì. I sense the spiritual energy and connection sit still in me just for that moment.

So I say it to connect, nibì-

to reach forward and backward all at once, nibi

and right in this very moment to be with my ancestors, nibi

and my being that has been taken from me

Nibì nibì nibì nibì