The round dance is a circle. The drum is a circle. The earth is a circle. I am in the circle. I am of the circle and I am the circle.
We are one. All in life is circles–the movement from birth to death, the movement of day into night, the orbiting of souls around the oneness that joins us. In the circle we are each one and each many. We are all part of the oneness.
My struggle is your struggle because we are one. The Native American struggle is the African-American struggle is the queer struggle is the woman’s struggle is the poor person’s struggle and on and on. We are all of the circle. Our struggles and our joys are one.
Oppression does not destroy one people; it destroys us all. Destruction of the earth does not harm one people; it harms us all.
Our circle must be enlarged. There are those who do not know they belong in it. There are those who have chosen to stay outside of it. We must welcome all. We must welcome those who do not know. We must welcome back those who have left the circle of humanity. If we hate them, if we shut them out, then we fail in our duty to be one with all. We must open our arms to them, engage in dialogue, welcome them back home to the core of who they are.
My heart beats with the distant drums. My heart also beats with my distant enemy. As long as anyone is “other” then none of us can be fully human. To end oppression the oppressors must hear and feel the heart beat of those they oppress. To be free we must be one. To be one we must be one.