Ancestral arena of my soul (trip to Sedona)
By James Pesutich, Jr.
10/29/16
Towers perched in stone
An eternal arena of Earth and Sky.
Feeling the need to be alone
As the midday sun strokes my middle eye.
I want to hear
The voices in the wind
As they whisper from nature’s walls.
Do they feel
The Earth and all its plights?
I wish to call upon you
To guide us through the night.
Keepers of light and life
They whisper nature’s love
Beating hearts of hope and happiness
With rhythm from above.
Did I arrive
Or did I return?
Is it a calling or is it just my turn?
Connecting to the unnamed
As the familiar feelings begin.
Is my heart the target
Of a deep call within?
Did I arrive
Or did I ever leave?
Is it a calling
That I can believe?
Praying hands
Pointing towards my middle eye.
A promise to connect
With the eternal Earth and sky.
Spiritual seeds are sown
In the towers perched in stone.
