Ceremonial Fire
Ancestral medicine
Rock
Animal
Blood
Reflections of those who worked with same
Ancestral medicine
Rock
Animal
Blood
Pipe smoking calling ancestral medicine
Fire burning welcoming ancestral medicine
Old spirits new spirits
Spirits not on this land before
Riding up on horses
Flying in on bats
Calling from a screech owl
Touching though a tiny dog
Rising from fire
All here we were
with them
Praying, drumming, rattling
Gourd seeds, deer hooves, small pebbles while
Flute was exalting
Moon hiding behind mountains, grasping our tears
Sun from other side of moon, laughing with us
Acceptance trailing in our wake of tobacco offerings
Water, air, fire, earth
Energies blending, spirits dancing
Ashes building to accommodate another
Ceremonial fire
Where hearts open hearts heal hearts grow
Inside and with
Ancestral medicine
Rock
Animal
Blood
MariJo Moore © September 13, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
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the poem took me back to the sacred fire last evening--the healing from it continues to warm me--your words expressed the power of the ceremony. My favorite line is:
ReplyDeleteWhere hearts open hearts heal hearts grow
Inside"
We are all in this together
Thank you MariJo for bringing the circle together
This is a comment from HHS:
ReplyDelete"Thank you for holding the space for those of us who are still finding
our way in this world, MariJo! Among the sound of the crickets,
katydids, screech owls, drums, rattles and flute I saw a large vortex
above us with spirits smiling, laughing, dancing and drumming in pure
delight at our presence! As a result of this ceremony, I realize that
it truly is a thin veil that exists between worlds..." HHS