A "Physician / medicine man / Shaman / myself" from a former time told me
to " Follow the stones, they are your Way." Dust rising from this path today
is pockmarked with engineered soles, and ancient calloused feet.
Am I dreaming, when I am thrown off-balance, tripped by a stone?

A shaman with the eye of Old Stony Face would remain in one place
for millennia living on heat from the planet's molten depths. Now on
winter's cusp, the sun warms my neck, and a new
traditional knowledge ignites the rites that put our
palms together and bowed our heads.

Linking thoughts where trued angles met, nowhere is the earth
crueler than where we try to balance our geometry on a broken
field of stones.

 

 

 

Physician: J. Doss. From, "Birth." In, On The Mesa: An Anthology of Bolinas Writing. San Francisco, 1971.)
Was I dreaming: "Usually a stone would appear in a dream or vision and articulate both its desire for friendship with a human and announce its powers and abilities." V. Deloria, Jr., C.G. Jung and the Sioux Traditions. New Orleans, 2009.