Temple of the Serpent. Chichen Itza. Mexico.
Red Solar Earth
In the Dead of Winter I was
born
The Sighs and Cries rang
out for Days
And far into the frigid,
crystal Nights
I missed New Year’s Day
Descending late – delaying
My Departure from a warm Womb
Into the cold, white World
In the Dead of Winter I was
born
With black wet curly Hair
So overgrown and heavy
That “Monkey” or “Medusa”
came to Mind
Little did I wish to go
another Round on Earth
Or feel another mortal
Wound –
My Eardrums failed to close
My Eyes so large and dark
Always saw near-sightedly
In the Dead of Winter I was
born
Life leapt up - dealing
Death
A feisty Blow –
Brittle Bough and
Ice-filled Lake no Match
for
Red hot Blood – the Will to
start
A fresh young Heart –
Making a small Spring
In the Dead of Winter.
©Kleomichele Leeds
CABAN
Kin 217: Red Solar Earth
I pulse in order to evolve
Realizing synchronicity
I seal the matrix of navigation
With the solar tone of intention
I am guided by the power of space.
Everything is music; just listen to the silence and you will know.*
*Star Traveler's 13 Moon Almanac of Synchronicity, Galactic Research Institute, Law of Time Press, Ashland, Oregon, 2015-2016.
The Sacred Tzolk'in
Manipura Chakra (Limi Plasma)
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