By Carolyn Wright
Enshrouded by the black chasm of night, my spirit awaits.
The crackling of the grandfather fire and its wood smoke, intoxicate
and call me to a time I no longer know.
The scent of pine mixed with cedar surrounds my
body as it wafts up on
its heavenly journey.
The Pleiades rejoice at our gathering.
The giant, pearlescent orb begins its slow track
upward, just illuminating the edge of time.
I hear the symphony of crickets, night birds, and the
forlorn call of the coyotes in the distance.
A place of magic is being borne forth by the Earth Mother
and Father Sky, all for my benefit.
As the time draws near, we gather one at a time
to a place where eagles once dared. As the magnificent
wing is swept upward against my body, I feel as light as
a thought, and it lifts my consciousness skyward imparting
the negative energy to the Earth Mother. The atmosphere is
charged with electricity as anticipation rises.
I lift the abalone shell and allow the acrid and pungent smoke
of the white sage to envelope me, cleansing any impurity that may
I am immediately placed at ease surrounded by sage and cedar. As
and grandfathers, who have gone before me, I am called to enter. I
beads of perspiration, which form rivulets that merge and overflow
into one another.
My time is now; the sweat lodge begins.
AHO, Mitakuye Oyasin
(as it should be, for all my relations)
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