With a stick, draw a holy circle on a barren ridge
where you can gaze out on sumptuous nothingness.
When you get enough spaciousness around you
it helps you dig down to open space within.
Light a small fire of sweet grasses
and the fragrant sap of trees.
Its smoke purifies the mind as soon as it arises
from the hot coal of the heart.
Mix a hawk call with the loud cry of your voice,
then shout silence into the eye of the sun.
*A vision quest I went on some time ago in the desert of central Oregon. This is just how it was. The magic, wonder, awe, was there. It happens in the astonishing timing of things: the complete harmony between inner state of being, the rise of awareness and emotion, and what happens in the free world without. The hawks did sail out of the eye of the sun at just the exactly right moment. To me, these are encounters with God. There is no other explanation for them. The results are always good, more awe, reverence for the natural and the mystery of the Spiritual world, surrender to the Great Love without having answers to all the questions. At least not on an intellectual level. But the deep heart is another place.
travels around the world giving concerts using musical instruments from the native cultures of many continents. We recorded this reading in a tee pee in the forests of Sweden. The track was then integrated into his Cd by the great Dutch musician Maneesh.*