lady of bulls from the the memory's of the first people who shaped your breast from clay in the Vally of jaguars where maidens looked in polished obsidian mirrors while adorning themselves in copper and gold incense ceder and shells from a distant sea carved delicate beads family's watched sunsets on fields of rippled grain in a paradise before the dawn of war for the city had no walls
houses where entered through the roof,over the kitchen and down the chimney as it were,loved ones were buried beneath the floor,men on the left and women to the right,wight washed mud bricks carried pictures of dreams from another age,painted skillfully by hand of love moving bright red ocher great ancestors of my spirit shall are hands not move of unison as we look at the canvas and dream a goddesses face for time is only dust between us and souls are always born true
wonderful touching back into this ancient society elo
and i love this
'great ancestors of my spirit shall are hands not move of unison as we look at the canvas and dream a goddesses face for time is only dust between us and souls are always born true'
cool poem
ImagineLoveVenus, Montana USASep 8, 2014
How beautiful a story before greed and hatred destroyed a simple loving life. I have spent much time among native people including my best friend I love them so and their spirits. Very nice Elo!
' incense cedar and shells from a distant Sea made beads." Not only informative but loaded with imagry Very nice, Will stay in my memory for some time. thank you Elo
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and i love this
'great ancestors of my spirit
shall are hands not move of unison
as we look at the canvas and dream a goddesses face
for time is only dust between us
and souls are always born true'
cool poem
incense cedar and shells from a distant Sea made beads."
Not only informative but loaded with imagry Very nice, Will stay in my memory for some time. thank you Elo