awakened with purple...

poem...

awakened with purple...

crystals carried...
mindfully left behind with
ceke-lined mountain spirit...
rumbles of deep sounds
from within the mother...
lying
on my back
letting go... letting go....
it's okay... just let go...
spirals of feathered wands and stones...
drumming my center
out and in again
'round and 'round we go...
and again and again...
purple-flamed fires
there... reflect
our beautiful ayllu...
standing up... standing ready...
within all their glory... power full
eyes shining bright...
faces so star-aware...
reclaiming who we truly are....
mother earth,
her children
remembering...
we love.

© 15/08/06 weaver