Living the Dream

I am red dawn in the East, sacred menses of Earth
dancing at low belly brow while winds whisper how blessed
is the Universe for this dusky renewal of Creation.

I am star map; little ember notes pinned on dark-cork night
for storing knowledge that wise men can read.

I am glowing smudge under seventeen willows,
where forgiveness is sought, and help, and bathing
in prayers that seek me through opened pores.

I am the seventh fire of peace, licking cedar and sage;
smoke from my burning, fanned by eagle feather
as call to Creator that we are still here ~and believe.

I am fire of some man’s hearth, a comely daughter,
a sister, a mother of all I inspire.

Come, fold into me and know heat of my heart,
flare of passion in my eyes, billowing flames of my soul,
wrapping warm comfort of my embrace.

I am fire. Your fire. One streaking molten comet
in love with this Universe. See me dance when I am sacred
and shawled in Northern skies hope of our forefathers
more promise than rainbow, more stunning
than lightning strike. I am hungry
for you to feed me your faith.

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