dreaming on a pipe

i hope i've individualized a native's ancient lust.

so now when i see through the window the willow shivering and shaking, and the parked car reflecting the iridescence of a chance meeting on the porch, you out, i in, passing through an old new england home, turned now to multi-family apartments filled with students, families and wild specters bicycling in the night, i hope you won't mind if i have this smoke and share a tale from the plains tribes of north america.

there was a time before the lakota had horses to hunt buffalo and food was scarce. one summer when the lakota nation had camped together, there was little to eat. two young men of the itazipcho band – the ‘without-bows’ – decided they would rise early and look for game. they left the camp while the dogs were still yawning, and set out across the plain, accompanied only by the song of the yellow meadowlark.

after a while the day began to grow warm. crickets chirruped in the waving grass, prairie dogs darted into their holes as the braves approached, but still there was no real game. so the young men made towards a little hill from which they would see further across the vast expanse of level prairie. reaching it, they shielded their eyes and scanned the distance, but what they saw coming out of the growing heat haze was something bright, that seemed to go on two legs, not four. in a while they could see that it was a very beautiful woman in shining white buckskin.

as the woman came closer, they could see that her buckskin was wonderfully decorated with sacred designs in rainbow-coloured porcupine quills. she carried a bundle on her back, and a fan of fragrant sage leaves in her hand. her jet-black hair was loose, except for a single strand tied with buffalo fur. her eyes were full of light and power, and the young men were transfixed.

now one of the men was filled with a burning desire. ‘what a woman!’ he said sideways to his friend. ‘and all alone on the prairie. i’m going to make the most of this!’

‘you fool,’ said the other. ‘this woman is holy.’

but the foolish one had made up his mind, and when the woman beckoned him towards her, he needed no second invitation. as he reached out for her, they were both enveloped in a great cloud. when it lifted, the woman stood there, while at her feet was nothing but a pile of bones with terrible snakes writhing among them.

‘behold,’ said the woman to the good brave. ‘i am coming to your people with a message from tatanka oyate, the buffalo nation. return to chief standing hollow horn and tell him what you have seen. tell him to prepare a tipi large enough for all his people, and to get ready for my coming.’

the young man ran back across the prairie and was gasping for breath as he reached his camp. with a small crowd of people already following him, he found standing hollow horn and told him what had happened, and that the woman was coming. the chief ordered several tipis to be combined into one big enough for his band. the people waited excitedly for the woman to arrive.

after four days the scouts posted to watch for the holy woman saw something coming towards them in a beautiful manner from across the prairie. then suddenly the woman was in the great lodge, walking round it in a sunwise direction. she stopped before standing hollow horn in the west of the lodge, and held her bundle before him in both hands.

‘look on this,’ she said, ‘and always love and respect it. no one who is impure should ever touch this bundle, for it contains the sacred pipe.’

she unrolled the skin bundle and took out a pipe, and a small round stone which she put down on the ground.

‘with this pipe you will walk on the earth, which is your grandmother and your mother. the earth is sacred, and so is every step that you take on her. the bowl of the pipe is of red stone; it is the earth. carved into it and facing the centre is the buffalo calf, who stands for all the four-leggeds. the stem is of wood, which stands for all that grows on the earth. these twelve hanging feathers from the spotted eagle stand for all the winged creatures. all these living things of the universe are the children of Mother Earth. you are all joined as one family, and you will be reminded of this when you smoke the pipe. treat this pipe and the earth with respect, and your people will increase and prosper.’

the woman told them that seven circles carved on the stone represented the seven rites in which the people would learn to use the sacred pipe. the first was for the rite of ‘keeping the soul’, which she now taught them. the remaining rites they would learn in due course.

the woman made as if to leave the lodge, but then she turned and spoke to standing hollow horn again. ‘this pipe will carry you to the end. remember that in me there are four ages. i am going now, but i will look on your people in every age, and at the end i will return.’

she now walked slowly around the lodge in a sunwise direction. the people were silent and filled with awe. even the hungry young children watched her, their eyes alive with wonder. then she left. but after she had walked a short distance, she faced the people again and sat down on the prairie. the people gazing after her were amazed to see that when she stood up she had become a young red and brown buffalo calf. the calf walked further into the prairie, and then lay down and rolled over, looking back at the people.

when she stood up she was a white buffalo. the white buffalo walked on until she was a bright speck in the distant prairie, and then rolled over again, and became a black buffalo. this buffalo walked away, stopped, bowed to the four directions of the earth, and finally disappeared over the hill.