Sunday, March 27, 2011


So this is Hopi land...
It feels... like the earth
Original...still like the beginning
A place where offerings are made to creators
Where ancient pueblos are still inhabited by descendants
Where the language is still unwritten
And the dialect reminds you of rain
Mesas still whisper the names of ancient villages
Chiefs are still remembered and grandmothers tell the stories of clouds
Clans have remained and still follow the same trail
Prophecies are still inscribed into sandstone walls
Reminding be mindful
Inscriptions that tell of Christianity...before it was
Of wars...before they were fought
A land where your feet are elevated by old pottery shards and bone
From the the earth
The katchinas stay quiet and rest close by
Rainbows become staircases to their return
They are an enduring, tribe, clans
Three mesas of potters and basket weavers
Of Hopi people hanging onto tradition...keeping it close
And proudly living with ancient ways
I see the beauty in their faces and hunger for such dedication
Truly they are the sacred and spiritual left to this earth


1 comment:

  1. and so it is.....

    A mighty experience Miss "A" to a land of enchantment and ancient quiet, yet powerful, intent. Aren't we blessed to live in a place where experiences like these are in our backyard?
    I "feel" your journey in your words. Thanks for the trip...