To Listen to a recording of this poem from Kailash Kokopelli’s CD, Phoenix Rising

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.

The ancient ones called upon God’s namewhen the world was thick with primal silence.There were holy circles everywhere!I placed three stones on the edge of a crooked circlehastily drawn amidst slate stones and scattered grass.The stone on the left was black as the pupilof a deep-soul’s eye.The one on the right was as yellowas a gossamer butterfly wing I beheld in a dream.The central stone was round and plump—white like a woman’s breast or bread dough.I prayed half the morning sitting on the black stone,recounting every sorrow of my lifeand dry weeping in the dry air,and prayed half the afternoon on the yellow stone,remembering all my ecstasies with thankfulness.It was when I sat on the white stoneand laid one hand reverently on the blackand the other on the yellowthat I sang a new song of praise.Then two hawks soared outof the white pain of the sun in my eyesand the whole world became a holy circle.


Blake Steele

Molkom, Sweden

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*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.

Kailash Kokopelli
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.*

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