I am very happy to be back and performing here as it is my joy and meditation which I am very happy to share in person or with my recording.

I am now performing live at Tlaquepaque and the Cayon Breeze in the Uptown area. These are the two places where you may find me if not at your wedding, dinner party or special event. I also make appearances at the tasty Heartline Cafe.

I hope to see you all there this year.

April 6th at the Sedona Creative Life Center.

This is a beautiful Poem.

The Diné 

Hear clear the tones of cedar flow,

Reminding us from place afar,

A gift of art from Navaho,

a sea of sound — a reservoir. 

Soft breathy notes pushed from the wood

with airy tones in triple trill,

a calling tune to brotherhood

that bathes the heart when all is still. 

Listen to it call the eagle,

the bear, the deer and buffalo,

brothers of the kingdoms regal,

sister spirits of long ago. 

The ancient sounds from wooden voice,

in sentient wait below the bark,

now sing in beauty to rejoice —

returning song to Meadowlark.

The drumming hearts of The Diné

transcends in beating pulse sublime

As cadenced rhythm does portray

a nature here , but still divine. 

Shoshone, Ute and Navaho,

proud native hearts of desert west,

Hopi, Zuñi, Arapaho

beat sacred drums for vision quest. 

From spirit then came arrows gold

to find their set within the heart,

So stories old can then be told

as feathers’ stride ’long sacred dart. 

Our totem’s call in night’s dark damp

As lovers watch the lunar light

That shows the way to dreamers’ camp

and wings our minds for freeing flight. 

There’s crafted shafts and fluted points,

painted ponies and shaman's chant

Reprise the Past and then anoint

the drumming with a step courante. 

When beat of heart and those of drums

transform the time of honor due,

Ancestral rest then finally comes

and spirit heart is birthed anew.

Some hardened stones are all that’s left

of tribal lands of long ago.

Yet knowing tongues now speak of times

when native hearts again bestow — 

A sacred cleansing at earth’s breast

with blue corn hallowed on the ground,

And thanks go out from modern minds

acknowledging a pulse profound. 

Distant brother, come share the blood

of pale skin and ancient shame.

Trust long has bled, as casualty

of broken treaties that proclaim – 

The word of some was as the sand

when empty wind would fly its course

And wipe the promise from the heart

when soldiers took with no remorse. 

Gentle sister of grassy plain,

help calm the atavistic rage

That lingers as our history.

Release its curse with smudging sage — 

And see the smoke then dissipate

the agony of saddened past

That hardened into crusted doubt

when lands were taken that were vast. 

So hear the tones of cedar flow,

Reminding us from place afar,

A gift of art from Navaho,

a sea of sound — a reservoir. 

The breathy notes pushed from the wood

with airy tones in triple trill,

is calling us to brotherhood

that bathes the heart when all is still. 

Listen as it calls the eagle,

the bear, the deer and buffalo,

brothers of the kingdoms regal,

sister spirits of long ago. 

These ancient sounds from wooden voice,

in sentient wait below the bark,

now sing in beauty to rejoice —

returning song to Meadowlark. 

by Rolland G. Smith

I am back performing the Native American Flute in Uptown Sedona of Arizona.

If your in the area and love flute music, please don't hesitate to stop and visit.

I hope to see you soon.

~K. Mockingbird