Woodpecker
The native, woodsy
aroma
of Indian corn bread,
mulberry, pinon,
and
pine.
Altered state
of
consciousness.
Drumming.
Baking.
Outdoor adobe
oven, horno.
Native American
myth,
mountains are
hollow inside
just like
the
adobe oven,
for baking
and
tempering
one's
spirit.
Symbol of
communion
with
blessed
spirits.
Drums
align one
with the
heartbeat
of
Mother Earth.
Natural rhythms.
Drumming.
Calms your
emotions,
activates
sexual energies.
Listen to the
woodpecker.
She
is a
weather
prophet.
Forthcoming
changes.
Now time
to move
to
the beat
of your own
drum.
Woodpecker.
Copyright 2005 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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We all walk to the beat of our own drum!
Becca
woodpeckers though I really admire and feel sorry for though. That pounding and all the work to build a home with their beak OUCH!! We had one lost and lonely one here for a couple of years it would go around to the telephone poles and each spot on the pole had a different tone each pole was different tones. Almost like he may have been talking to someone but with your poem here says he was warning us. Very enlightening poem.
Thanks!
Tracey xoox42(c :)
Regis
There is a gentle, spiritual lesson in your words--thank you, beautifully imaged and penned! All of the senses are stirred. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D