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Spirit of White Sage and Eagle
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Spirit of White Sage and Eagle |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion 
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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 |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
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. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
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! |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Liked this one very much! ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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