Magical

New World

New World

Rain monsters pissing on corrugated tin roofs
belching out from the ground, lift your eyes
off the clutter of houses, the gleam of puddles
on the dust-dirt road towards the copse of trees.
You go back in time.

Ferns that are in abundance among the wildwood
uncut where giant birds swoosh a dark flight
with widening circles, disappearing into the clouds
to join tremendous storms that reign from outer space.
You are now here.

Metal dressed people at the beach, shiny beams
strung across the shore, ship wrecked they flounder,
wind-swept, vapour-leashed, into a new land waiting
for their fate to unfold and that of their unborn children .
You will be there.

Rock leaves your boots stumble on harsh tracks
winding down to a new world from the known
to the unknown. You almost miss the three moons,
a glow of blue, a faint vermillion, a dark copper,
And you go on..

The Hopi Dream and the red star Kachina

Before the storms broke there were forecasts.
Three children on the way to the fields
were carried away by the flood. A woman
tending her orchard was killed by a stone wall,
blizzards rushed out of nowhere. The prairies
were flattened by an angry wind..

There had been a writing in the stars
Our ancestors had translated away in time.
In their earlier days, there were floods too, and sickness,
sudden death from fever, tragedies with no name
all the reasons were there:
failure to trust in the Great Spirit, selfishness
and lack of love for one’s brothers,
unkept promises to lead a simple life.
Repeated and repented since Maasau had breathed life
into man, cause and effect in perpetual change,
knots looping back throughout generations.

Now we fortify our houses with sand
around our walls and move by canoe
through the newly sprung waterways.
Our daughters think it strange to paddle where once
the roads were leading to their school, their playground,
now totally submerged.

There runs a fast flowing river,
dangerous in its currents. Suffering and fear
keeps many holding on to the shore
but the elders say let go and swim, with your eyes
open and your head above the water
and praise the courage of those
who swim with you and celebrate.

We are not important as we are
just uniting in one spirit
and harmony, where all living belongs to.
The time of the lone wolf is over.
Let us not struggle but celebrate
and touch and dwell on our Hopi dreams
by living a simpler life in love with our brothers.

For when the red star Katchina,
lights up the sky, we will be ready.
Our souls rejoice, our bodies are prepared
for the long journey. The day will come
when the wingless ship touches down
for us who hold the earth sacred
and fly us home to a safe new world.

Hopi prophecies

Fight spirit against flesh, when Saquasohuh
The Blue Star Kachina dances in the plaza
and removes his mask

The children are crying, when Kachina removes his mask
The end has come, no more faith in the old,
for Oraibi will mark a new circle of Hopi life
The people from the east will go to war
destroy the southern lands and people
But the hopi land will remain
where a shelter is heart peace
for brothers are one without evil

Fight mind against matter, when Saquasohuh
The Blue Star Kachina dances in the plaza
and removes his mask.

The children were laughing, when the great flood receded
Great Spirit, we promise you , they said
never to turn away from you.
We will look after the stone tablets you gave us,
to guard, protect, and hold in trust until you return

as the past grows longer, and the future grows shorter
and you say I am the First and I am the Last

Maasau, Great Spirit of all Spirits who
travels under the guidance of stars. When we see
the stone tablets of the virgin with butterfly hair
riding in a dome-shaped craft,
on the day of purification,
when the Blue Star Kachina makes its appearance in the heavens,
the Fifth World will emerge". This will be
when the true hopis will fly to other planets
in ships without wings

Spider Woman

At the dawn of time a purple light
when Spider Woman spun lines
from it to the four corners of the earth
when the yellow light lit up, she breathed into man
who looked at her and saw she was beautiful.

She used red,yellow, white, and black clay, to create people.
To each she attached a thread of her web
from the doorway at the top of her head.
This was her gift of creativity.
Three times she sent a great flood
to destroy those who had forgotten her gift
Those who remembered floated to the new world
and climbed to safety through the Sipapu Pole
the womb of Mother Earth.

Spider Woman has two daughters, Ut Set,
the mother of the Pueblo people.
She formed the sun and gives her people the gift of the sun.
Nau Ut Set formed the moon and is the mother of all others.
She gives the gift of prayer sticks.
After the sun and moon were formed, it was still too dark.

Spider Woman formed the Star People with crystal eyes.
She also gave the earth people Eagle feathers for their hair
to remind them to keep the door open to her gift of creative wisdom.

When spider woman thinks, so are we.
Spirit is all - it flows in and out of everything –
it embraces the earth - it encompasses the universe.
It is the earth. It is the universe. Spirit is universal.

Song of a frog princess

Whisk me away to an old fashioned dance
Where oldies jump high and move as in trance,
where frogs turn to princes when given the chance.
Whisk me away to an old fashioned dance

Bounce me over a tumbleweed rock
where the lake is a mirror and frogs sit to croak
where midges do headstands and gnats will provoke
bounce me over a tumbleweed rock

Whistle me under the beaten old trees
where I kiss you as frog and you call me a tease,
where summer is all about honey and bees
whistle me under the beaten old trees.

Nibble my ears and wobble my hips
with marigold posies and honeysucked lips,
where frogs sit in ardour and tell of their trips.
Nibble my ears and wobble my hips.

Pull up my blankets and switch off the light,
play water music to spangle the night.
Let me peep dreams to offer delight.
Pull up my blankets and switch off the light.

my beautiful girl