~~~Into the Smoke~~~
One autumn daybreak,
while reverently performing
my solitary
Sacred Rite of Benediction,
I raised the Pipe
to the eastern horizon
just as the sun’s first long rays
stretched out over
the distant mountain ridge.
The golden beams
touched the Pipe
... then my heart.
I looked up beyond
the upheld Pipe
and saw not the fiery sun,
but a brilliant Bird of Light
that was superimposed
over the shining orb.
The magnificent Bird
majestically
unfolded its iridescent feathers --
gracefully, they unfurled.
They raised slowly.
Royally,
the massive wingspan reached out
to touch both east and west horizons.
And the Winged Being
softly whispered
out across the vast expanse of land.
It breathed powerful words
into my listening Spirit --
words that etched deeply
into my Soul.
"I live!" it mystically echoed.
"Quetzalcoatl LIVES!"
~Mary Summer Rain
Author of Dreamwalker -- Path of the Sacred Power
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