Sunday, November 22, 2015

Preparing the Way - Heart Center



7:00 pm  preparing to make room
spreading a woven blanket
from a clay pot gathering
sacred herbs
sage & sweet grass burn
from a scallop shell
placing hands over smoke
cleansing  impurities
that drag her down
inhale....exhale...
wafting smoke over
her body with a turkey
feather...

Crossed legged
 inhale...exhale...
  kind thoughts
   kind words
     kind heart
buffalo begins
to sing with each thump
she hears his breath...

thump
  thump
   thump

heya heya ho
heya heya ho

thump
   thump
     thump

we are the fire and the flame
we are the fire and the flame

heya heya ho
 heya heya ho

room fades away there are
no walls...the hawk overhead
calls her name...
she crosses realms feather light
no  longer tethered she is free
flying  over mountain ranges
searching the valley below

the drum still beats, but who is
playing... for  the doorway has
opened...

soaring...soaring...soaring...

the red tailed hawk overhead
swooping with each beat...
vowels roll from her tongue
a...e...i...o...u...

the beat grows stronger
yet she is floating, floating
transcending into the  upper
world...her mind slips
drifting in the light

fragrant smoke
inhale...
  exhale...

into the light a place
where there  is no time...
her body grows very still
she cannot move...
yet she is free of earthly
matter...
she feels him connected by
a different tone...he is
strong....she slips into
that sacred place...

heya heya ho...

ancient ones show the way
sense of peace,  she feels him
light being...two forces of energy
circulating....

below 4 pathways formed by
directional wind....garden
archway

inhale...exhale..
seeking a drink, from the fountain
of knowledge...growing roots
for a stronger tomorrow...

meeting in the heart center


sharing with Poets United 
honoring a vision
no picture today as I want
the words to speak alone...


author's note: to a friend
may we always hear that
drumbeat. Hope you are
well...


34 comments:

  1. Hopefully the drink gave knowledge a plenty as the ancient one came to play and showed the way.

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    1. Hi Pat,

      Learning a bit more each day...

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  2. As I began to read this BEAUTIFUL poem, I had to stop, go and light some sage and sage my place as well. Then came back to read in its wonderful scent. This is my favourite poem of yours so far. I LOVED it when buffalo began to sing. Yes, we are the fire and we are the flame. Sigh. Reading this poem filled my soul right up. Bless you.

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    1. Sherry,

      I am so glad you enjoyed this poem. Through drumming and meditation I can slowly find my way and lift my spirit.

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  3. Beautiful poem, Truedessa; and, ha, it does not surprise me that Sherry likes this one as it speaks about so many things that are dear to her heart as well. I especially like "We are the fire and the flame." I can hear the drumbeat. May it continue.

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    1. Hi Mary,

      We are the fire and the flame...each a light in the journey...

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  4. Oh yes, this is so beautiful, such a wish in being able to find those paths.. enlightenment through the sound of drums... I think if we search inwards it is even better..

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    1. Thank Bjorn, I like to search inward and outward to find the missing pieces.

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  5. This is wonderful :D I too can hear the drumbeat! Such a delightful read :D

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    1. Thank you Sanaa..we each have an internal drum and that is the beat of our heart.

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  6. Oh I am in love with this....beautiful, soulful prayer...a song that beats with my heart!

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    1. Thank you Donna so happy you could hear the song..

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  7. Yes, just gorgeous, and took me too into the scene/feelings you describe. (Wondering, though, if you meant 'tethered' not 'teetered' in stanza 8?)

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    1. yes, thank you for the catch :)

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  8. You've captured the Native American spirit so well. They were so in tune with the world.

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    1. They are spirited people and even today carry the songs of their ancestors and they have a deep love for creator and the earth and universe.

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  9. Ah, what a spiritual journey you had, Truedessa, helping and healing your friend with all surrounded nature....enchanted poem....

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    1. Hi Humbird - the journey of life is full of mysterious moments and we can all use a bit of healing energy. Thank you for visiting :)

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  10. The poem dragged me into its rhythm... beautifully done.

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  11. We are the fire and the flame ~ love that line, full of passion and energy.

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    1. Fires is the spark that ignites ...

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  12. What a beautiful vision Truedessa. I could hear the drum as I hear your heart of kindness. Thank you for this. I hope you friend is well too.

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    1. Thanks Myrna, I do enjoy the sound of a hoop drum...

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  13. And speak they do...so very well

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    1. I guess we just need to listen...

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  14. Beautiful portrait of the need to seek within for rebirth and renewal and the ritual of healing,

    Elizabeth

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  15. A stunning look at Native American culture. I, for one, am a fan of hawk messengers. :)

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    1. Ha - yes, you do have a hawk that is a friend..I find that interesting these birds come for a reason you know...

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  16. You took me there by bringing all of the elements together in this poem. Such travel, visioning, healing is a deeper wisdom and magic than I ever hope to see in real life. Thank you.

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    1. Hi Susan,

      Wishing you continued healing!

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  17. I literally felt my body relaxing more and more as I read each new line. What a wonderful poem about meditation.

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    1. Thank you I am glad you could feel the tranquility...

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