A GIFT OF WINGS
Meetings on Mt. Shasta
Leaving a sleep of peace
Through a bath of clear water
To a chamber of healing
I reach the trailhead.
Climbing towards the southwest ridge
I turn at the last cairn
To see below a dry lake bed
With a medicine circle of stones, which I circle three times
Asking permission to enter.
A cricket sings a full minute
In its center is a small pyramid
Which I repair
I offer a prayer to the mountain
"We rebuild the world with the pollination of spirit."
A bee lands on the pyramid, humming in the windless high screes.
I meditate with this bee for five minutes, after which I lay prone
whereupon the bee flies to the third finger of my hand
We commune together minutes longer
Some rocks are like Navajo pottery. Everything is a symbol
of everything else, each journey a journey through the one
heart of creation
As I leave the circle, crow calls
Walking down the mountain I lick
my finger, sweet from the anointing.
The tumulus of return...
(Alan Trist, August 10, 2007, Mt. Shasta, CA)