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Spirit of White Sage and Eagle

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Corinne
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0 posted 10-30-1999 11:43 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Corinne

There came a longing to return
To sacred desert lands I once knew
The secrets of life might I learn
In mountains of orange, skies of blue

There were times in my checkered past
When I have found peace, comfort there
Here, everything moves too fast
A need to breathe sweet desert air

Our first trip, I was a child of eight
Mother piloted the old station wagon
My brother and I fought in the back seat,
Mountains watched like sleeping dragons

We descended to the desert floor
Called out the many landscape changes
Tumbleweed, jackrabbits, cacti, more
And chased far off mountain ranges

We swam in the Indian Spring
Smelling of raw eggs, speckled in gold
Formed of rocks long ago in the shape of a ring
By the Kumeyaay Indians we were told

The sun baked our young bodies golden brown
My hair turned into bleached blonde-silk
We hiked and shouted at the rocks we found
And at night we slept beneath stars of milk

And as I grew older, this place felt like home
Where the spirit of white sage and eagle dwelt
And when I was twenty, I came here alone
It was the most ecclesiastical I have felt

I stood among the mesquite and ocotillo
A spiritual quietude sang in my ears
Saw the barrel cactus flowers yellow
And let the spirit talk to me through tears

It was spring, the wind and rain came
To quench and sprout long dormant seeds
Washed me clean, and made me sane
Droplets of water like colored beads

Wildflowers appeared as if by magic
I side stepped the jumping Cholla and
Touched the pink blooms of the Fishhook
And listened to the spirit of the sand

And when the day turned into night
Came nature’s nocturnal grand play
The sand came alive, bustling with life
Ancient patterns of survival on display

At sunrise, the roadrunner did not fear me
He chirped as if he knew I was friend
I searched for other signs of activity
Like a sidewinder’s trail in the sand

Years later, I have returned to this land
Kumayaay spirit rushes like the wind to me
The quail sings a song only she understands
But to me she speaks quite clearly

© March 1999 Corinne Bailey
© Copyright 1999 Corinne - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 10-31-1999 08:26 AM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

This poem likes me a lot, I appreciate everything about it, especially your being in tune with your surroundings.

This is very personal but I thank you for sharing it with all of us.
Corinne
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2 posted 10-31-1999 12:11 PM       View Profile for Corinne   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Corinne

Dear Sunshine:

Thank you! This was a very personal one, I also wrote a short about this majical place.

Whenever times get tough, I start longing to go back because its the one place where everything comes together.

If that makes any sense!

Watcher666
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3 posted 11-02-1999 05:01 PM       View Profile for Watcher666   Email Watcher666   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Watcher666's Home Page   View IP for Watcher666

Liked this one very much!

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