We don’t know all the stories
- I certainly don't -
But I have heard that
What you must do is
Let the landscape speak for itself
As you pause and stand at
What you were told is the farmer’s
cart path
By two big boulders at the gateway
As you see the round bright white eye
Polished into the stone
You listen to the landscape as you look to the other side
And you hear without any words:
You are standing at an entrance to a Sacred Place
Two Uktena with heads turned to look at you
As you enter that Sacred Place
And, remember, every place is a Sacred Place
And it’s only later that
The story comes to you
Strong Looker knows what is in your head and heart...
The boulder that is Grandfather Turtle
Beaver’s footprints on the shell
Above the smaller stone that is the Turtle’s head
Suddenly silently speaks a Creation Story
That you remember hearing inside a Pow Wow circle
As Sacred Smoke rose while the Elder spoke...
The zigzag row of stones carefully made
Becomes serpents
entwined
The stone pile prayerfully stacked
Holds a small turtle on its shoulder
As the landscape begins to speak for itself
As you begin to learn to listen...
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This is beautiful! Thank you. :o) And Thank You for the link at the end.
ReplyDeleteThis is sacred. The landscape speaking through you to others in a rippling current.
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