Through the mist, there they were,
The sturdy ghosts, waiting for us
On the snow in their blanket coats.
"Bring tobacco," they got to the point
"We ride to the sky on a cloud of tobacco."
So we burned sweet and spicy tobacco
Dried and cured in warmer lands
And they said, when they drank the smoke,
"We will place a tree in your path
So you will stay with us till we are done."
The wind heard them and dropped pines
And birches across our trails
And took us off-grid and cut power lines
So we were in the big house of another time
In a world lit only by fire
Rubbing at smoke-seared eyes.
The old ones said, "To open the strong eye
You must close your everyday sight."
In the firepit cave I heard the heartbeat of the Mother.
I closed my eyes and saw what I had come to see:
Earth begins in the womb of Ocean Mother,
terrible to men but not to the man-boy
In his time of the Dragon.
He follows the intent of minds
That have yearned for him,
Called for him, from many times
And many worlds. From the swirling deep
He raises the Shining One,
Silver-bright, in its winged glory.
He must gentle it to the purpose
Of the Sisters who have called him
To ride a field of stars to the earth mountain
Where they will make him
What they need him to be:
The bright warrior who can wield
Dragon fire without incinerating the world
- from a work in progress
Journal drawings by Robert Moss