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...
Hopefully the drink gave knowledge a plenty as the ancient one came to play and showed the way.
ReplyDeleteHi Pat,
DeleteLearning a bit more each day...
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.
ReplyDeleteSherry,
DeleteI am so glad you enjoyed this poem. Through drumming and meditation I can slowly find my way and lift my spirit.
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.
ReplyDeleteHi Mary,
DeleteWe are the fire and the flame...each a light in the journey...
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..
ReplyDeleteThank Bjorn, I like to search inward and outward to find the missing pieces.
DeleteThis is wonderful :D I too can hear the drumbeat! Such a delightful read :D
ReplyDeleteThank you Sanaa..we each have an internal drum and that is the beat of our heart.
DeleteOh I am in love with this....beautiful, soulful prayer...a song that beats with my heart!
ReplyDeleteThank you Donna so happy you could hear the song..
DeleteYes, just gorgeous, and took me too into the scene/feelings you describe. (Wondering, though, if you meant 'tethered' not 'teetered' in stanza 8?)
ReplyDeleteyes, thank you for the catch :)
DeleteYou've captured the Native American spirit so well. They were so in tune with the world.
ReplyDeleteThey 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.
DeleteAh, what a spiritual journey you had, Truedessa, helping and healing your friend with all surrounded nature....enchanted poem....
ReplyDeleteHi Humbird - the journey of life is full of mysterious moments and we can all use a bit of healing energy. Thank you for visiting :)
DeleteThe poem dragged me into its rhythm... beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteThank you...
DeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteThanks Myrna, I do enjoy the sound of a hoop drum...
DeleteAnd speak they do...so very well
ReplyDeleteI guess we just need to listen...
DeleteBeautiful portrait of the need to seek within for rebirth and renewal and the ritual of healing,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I agree, some good medicine
DeleteA stunning look at Native American culture. I, for one, am a fan of hawk messengers. :)
ReplyDeleteHa - yes, you do have a hawk that is a friend..I find that interesting these birds come for a reason you know...
DeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteHi Susan,
DeleteWishing you continued healing!
Fires is the spark that ignites ...
ReplyDeleteI literally felt my body relaxing more and more as I read each new line. What a wonderful poem about meditation.
ReplyDeleteThank you I am glad you could feel the tranquility...
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