[This
writing was inspired by certain events in my life beginning in late October of
2008, coupled with some lucid dreams.
It seems to dovetail well with my current studies from 1491, Cahokia,
and Living the Sky: The Cosmos of the American Indian. I still work with the meaning of this
insight, as it’s deep and profound; this writing was intended as a reminder and
teacher. I hope you find it useful.]
I
sat atop old Indian mound
Corn
stalks growing all around
Huge
clouds hovered pink, profound
Wind
picked up, made ancient sound
I
craved to find meaning of it all
Called
Great Spirit without having to crawl
Felt
no use for white-eyes malls
Saw
sky spit forth lightning balls
Wild
wind whipped them into vortex-walls
I
felt my spine stretch skyward-tall
As
wondered what life was before The Fall
And
asked skygod to show me all.
Clean
rain bathed me in light-dance
Clouds-code
sky was Holy Grail
Leaves
and things were all a-sail
As
bluster-winds became shout-gale
I
deeply breathed so wouldn’t fail
My
ardent search for Redpath Trail
I
sat firm-fixed an hour more
As
storm bore deep into my core
I
prayed to see through secret door
That
opened to a mystic shore
But
no such vision did come-forth
I
entered wind, and with it tore
free
from my face, into my core,
Then
slipped into symbolic 4
As
wind-danced free on top of mound
Chief
Manitou with me whirled-‘round
Skyscraper-tall
he danced profound
As
chanted my destiny that I’d never found
Brave-path
he laid for me to follow
No
more in human-ness was I to wallow
ONLY
Honor-code must I now allow
And
cease all action moral-hollow.
As
sun set golden-red I woke
Felt
fired by words Great Chief had spoke
Profound
wind-dance had been no joke
New
inner-glows of life he’d stoked
I
groggy-rose and slow-returned to whence I’d come
Thought
deeply ‘bout new name he’d given me with sacred drum
Long
drive home gave me much time to think
I
felt like child on edge of brand-new brink
Cool
pristine waters of new PURPOSE I then had to drink
And
NEVERMORE in rude-existence sink
I
was astounded how much time elapsed
As
I straight-sat on ancient mound enrapt
I
knew new lifepath was now laid for me
Though
no details I could yet clearly see
Only
broad outlines of what was then to be
To
follow Redpath Way to pull soul UP and FREE
Including
study of the Signatures of all Mortality
And
eschew Mammon-pulls to only money see
To
honor VIRTUE-TRUTH (and not mere “honesty”).
My
mortal mind was unprepared for that Great-Spirit talk
So
felt afraid I was not worthy to do such upright walk
But
– with return to normal world into which I now felt hurled
I
chose hold-tight to what that vision had unfurled
As
listened to car-roof being hail-and-raindrops whirled
And
careful-drove back towards my humble home
While
vowing that my soul I’d not again loose-roam
Decided
to begin by this experience revealing
To
all who might be similarly-Feeling
And
freely-share with those who hungered for The Real
That TRUTH-pursuit has naught to do with
metaphysi-spiel
But’s lifelong task to make (and eat) each day
as spirit-diet meal
And ARDENT-Seek
to differentiate twixt Counterfeit
and Real.
As gratitude then through me flowed,
I pulled car off to side of road,
Got out, and humbly towards that Mound did
kneel,
And
saw the clouds above it slow-congeal
Into
horizons-reaching Sacred Wheel.
2 comments:
Lovely - I could feel the wind in my face :)
Yee Fun
Yes my brother, it was a very real experience....
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