...on the backs of buffalo
 
 
 
 

the night sky is thick and cloudy
yet the moon shines in halflight
some things are always there
if you make the effort to see them.

the fire man is placing the wood
in perfect geomancy over the Stones
he does not think of it as geomancy
he does not think at all.

funny how certain precepts are the same
no matter what you call them
zen or neurolinguistic programming
one-track mind or tunnel vision
singleness of intent or purpose
all the same as the moon as she shines
radiant in her lace shawl of clouds
feigning nonchalance but taking in
each and every heartbeat.

in the lodge of sweat and steam
i am there but then i am not there
tribal drumming and indian songs
stone and steam and cedar/sage
all i have in my heart are many
even if my awareness floats to one
i realize she is archetype for the many
the essence of the feminine is so strong around me
kisses rain down upon me everywhere
as the sweat flows from me in the dark
oddly there in physical
but as large as the sky in spirit.

i see myself coming to you
across the plain because you live somewhere distant
i know that they will not understand
but i am following your heartbeat singing
i cross the prairie upon the backs
of thousands and thousands of buffalo
their musky smell and thick, soft fur
is like a forest of moss
the moon is in her lace shawl
shining just enough for me to see
she knows where i am going
she has blessed it many moons ago.

as in a dream i hear the sweat leader,
he keeps talking to Grandfather
i keep calling to Grandmother
many female spirits come to me
old and young and in-between
they know so much they have no words
only hands and eyes of wisdom
their touch is soothing and even arousing
but in a way far, far beyond sexual
sensual in the highest form
something only women share
the oldest one comes from the center
she has the eyes and touch of a maiden
without words she tells me they have given me
ancient knowledge, female power
that i must leave these wonderful people
in a lodge on the side of a mountain
and walk across the backs of buffalo
arms open wide to embrace the world.

on the way down the mountain
the moon makes love to me
and i realize how blessed I am
that i can love her back...
 
 

copyright 2001 alan harris
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First Opened: November 13, 2000