Chickasaw Indian "Drink Water" dance

Chickasaw Native American Indian "Drink Water" social dance. Our tribe, the Paiutes, have social dances also, but it great to see other tribes social dances. The announcer does a great job in explaining the dance. This is a dance our Native American Indians relatives do in south eastern Oklahoma. Great dance. You can see different tribes like Seminole, Creek and Cherokee besides Chickasaw.

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[blkguy620]

I'm proud of my Chickasaw heritage!

[bakorocky]

You don't f*** with the Chickasaw. We gave Hernando DeSoto a serious sensitivity lesson in 1541. Sent him running back down the Mississippi.

[maybealover]

the stillness of the uncovering hippie is poetry in motion

my religion is relaxation and your face is like

a chapel of cozy nature changing in the prismatic lights of the devas

who dance in the grateful dead songs like mandalas of buddha bongs long ago

i see the naked world, the schools teach us to ignore

[maybealover]

comes flooding back, in this kensho, each time i sit in meditation

the heavens ring through the planet and you are there

our words are the soft jangling of our hearts in the clouds, meaning nothing

denying everything, only truth is left

[maybealover]

i kiss you like i kiss the moon, your buddha breasts

shine like small mushrooms, in the riff-laden field

of our buzzing nirvana, truth sprouts there

yet i am content just to be near, and not to reap

for we are one,

[maybealover]

Dana, in you is the teaching of truth, so long hidden

this insane world, we take to our van, we travel

we sing, come together hand in hand, occupying the tiny spaces

between fractals where the spirit stream

smoothes our edges,

deer spirit, here the cannabis rises, i am simply, i am humble

[maybealover]

i am a hedon, your shapes are like the galaxies, we mooch through life

we trickle like rain

with 7 sheets of good acid, i cannot explain any more

glorious mornings watching the hole thing fritter away

and ressurect, what is the universe, some crazy rainbow dragon

[maybealover]

of samsara, yet when i say its all suffering, somehow i'm happiest

i don't have to give in to it, it makes my doing equal

i reconcile this with our love, when I lick your cheeks,

our brigade of pot, astronaut, goddess of acid

acid rock, the grass grows on the acid rock

[maybealover]

this dance with the universe, every spirit we meet, we love

psychically our minds meet in the realm of shrooms, the technology of the ancients

who planted natural shrines within the psyche opens up

the dryads speak, the civilization that is nature

[maybealover]

we realize the buildings are just plant cells

and we are rebels and rogues on the outskirts

doing things nobody knows

i am a gypsy and it is my heart

i love all beings

[maybealover]

my poetry is my art i leave in sharpies haikus and little flowers

wherever i go, our songs awaken, and the moon blessed us

this is true life, we are the nomads

we are the ancient tribes revived, in this age of psychedelics

in this age where everything is a dream

[maybealover]

we fall into the chaos of primordial self

i never knew someone could be this close

i true friend, though the world ignores you

i feel you within, this voice this truth

points the way to silence

the end of violence

these are the dances of the stars