The Beginning of Land of Sands
With
the tunneled, targeting, vision of the honorable, red-tailed hawk I scrutinize
each flatteringly iced, truth-giving spruce in this silent place.
Native
symbolic markings and quixotic lines of connectivity… mysterious and questionable…
dance fervently on my fearful face.
My
lighted vision leaves my earthen-clay colored cores in emotion-moving, salted
slits.
A
release of honest hope in bright, magnetic green build like the strength of watery
currents around me… inwardly sighing… the awkward pang leased from the metaphysical
wounds in the pits
At
an instant, an unexpected kaleidoscope of marigold lights and glorious power
symbolized in the form of a lion blind my sight.
In
fearful haste, nowhere to flee…oh dear…., I burry my face forward into the mounds
of earth adjacent to me….my fragile hands unsteady….. guarding the vision I
have at the back of my head with all my might.
Hair
of pure light and sun, wondrously feathered, gloriously gilded plates of armor
fitted… artfully and blatantly cloaked in flashing blood red...
The
gentlest speech escapes his lips…first in ancient old and then in modern new….
”Rise
my little child-like one”. “Lift your eyes to the guiding one above…lift your
weary little head!” For it is the right time to instruct you…for you must
travel through the heated desert ahead…..I must tell you what you must do.
Mend
thy shoes, Heart must be worn in pure and shield shined and true
Keep
advancing forth through the sands of heavy heat and relentless wind…..wait for the signal....when you are ready my child-like one...the signal I will give you….