Warming Sundance

February 26, 2013 § 2 Comments

Sweet summer grass grows in a place where Life once ran rampant. Now, Death presides over This land of eventual rebirth. There are bodies From here to there, for miles and miles. The bodies will feed the maggots, As the righteous maggots will feed the Grasses, And the Summer grasses will continue to flow Like an ocean of green and yellow, a tidal wave Hiding in the midst of wonderful tranquility. Eventually, it will engulf the dead.

I feel the warm, moist summer grass between my toes, As I stand on a hill, overlooking the good Earth. Clouds pass overhead, shadowing me Against the field of grass. I know the things That happened here, so long ago, how we all died And instinctually withdrew to the summer grasses. Aloud, I wondered why, but I never received a response. We aren’t meant to know the reasons. The reasons are hidden to us until we are exorcised From Mother Earth, banished to the Summer Grasses.

The warm growing grass breathes life into me, as I lay on my back, loafing at my own ease. I stare into the sky, those same clouds Come back to shield me from the impending Winter. Clutching handfuls of summer grasses, I can Feel energy flowing back into me, that glorious Connection to the Earth rejuvenates my soul. Make me feel like a boy again! Enjoy this, I tell myself. This is only just the beginning.