Sweat Lodge ( Inspired by Adam & Crew in Crestone, CO)
Stoke the fires
Heat the rocks
Born of mother
Cooled by the ocean
Of her tears
Carried by
Spirit Bothers
We never knew
North and Earth
Pounded by East
And wind across
The valley
Turned Hot and
Burning by the
Heat of the Summer Sun
Cooled by evening
Rain of the West
The spirits are pleased
By hanging tobacco
And prayers
Lovingly prepared
By Spirit Brothers
And Sisters of flesh
Earth Children
Make sacred
The womb of remembrance
And renewal.
Chanting build
A revebererance
In the chest
A moan to leave
Wicked weariness
Behind
Drums beat
Beings chant
Sage Burns
One by one
Seven souls of
Our mother
Layback into
The earth,
And her children
Dry and spent
Enter her womb
Of willow and wool
Of fellowship
And communion
Mother's tears
Pour onto the molten
Rocks meant to
Purify our collective
Souls…
Sweat pours from pores
And the wicked weariness
Of a hard harsh world
Is wicked away
As the tears come
Drip down the walls.
Human beings are
Reminded by fire
And sweat
They are spirit beings
And the flesh they wear
But clothing
To their indomitable
Spirits
Sweat mixes with ground
And flesh writhes
With and between
These friends
Who forgot
To be kind
To listen
To one another
And reborn
Is an intimacy
The rest of the world
Can only dream of
Everyone lays naked
Together in mother womb
And the clothes of flesh
Are made clean and
New
By sweat and heat
Until it fades
And closing
Comes without words
Noone needs
Say when their spirits
Are done
And renewed
Mother knows
Her Children know
And one by one
They are birthed
Out the sacred entrance
Dirty on the outside
But Renewed on the inside.
