Caterpillar soup, she said
Dark night of the soul, Medicine woman,
Priestess, Goddess, Serpent,
Listen, Listen.
Grandmothers swirling
singing
Listen, Listen.
Mariposa vine, butterfly, sacred Mother,
Listen, Listen.
Daughter, breasts milkfull, sits on top of
full moon, holding child to her bosom,
water, wolf medicine, serpent
Listen, Listen.
Lodge, holding us,
womblike
in its heat, sound swells up like
heartbeat, close in
we beat together,
release together
pray together
Making offerings through
melodic voices,
chant, yell, whoop, howl, let go,
make new.
Circle at fire, arms to the heavens,
listen to heartsong.
Listen, Listen.
Sisters,
holding hands, we try to send
our otherworldly guest to her celestial
home.
In the quiet of the night,
we wash each other's hands
with salt
symbolizing we are all the same,
Journeying, I am given salt,
milk, flour, Grandmother wipes hands on apron,
Hair tied up in braids,
and I am given a yellow apron the next day by
my yellow-haired pie-sister.
Sisters, we travel
to this magical land
and make it even more sacred
with our ceremony,
our communion,
prayers, gifts, love,
offerings. Mountain watches over
each day and night,
soundly, quietly
while river rushes by, washing away any
remnants we no longer need.
Each of us stands
taller now,
more in our own power.
(Stand in your power, Woman)
Listen, Listen
As we return back from where we came
not one the same
as when we started
the Journey.
Gratitude swells,
Listen, Listen.
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