Breath of Ancestors
BREATH OF THE ANCESTORS
By Ysaye Barnwell
Poem is placed on the bridge over the creek at
Esalen where water rushes from the mountains
To the ocean.
We invite you to enter a place between worlds. It is the space that lives at the end of one breath before the beginning of the next. The base of this canyon is a portal between the mountains and vast ocean. It is one place surrendering itself into the next. The silent crossing of this bridge invites you to step out of the past and into the future. With each holy step you are becoming a part of the history of this land. If you are tired of who comes with words, words but no language, come to this bridge and listen. Listen to the tree branches dancing in the wind, the sweet sound of the creek water laughing, and the rhythm of your own heart beating. The spirit of the forest calling you in a language with no words.
Listen more often to things than to beings.
Listen more often to things than to beings.
‘Tis the ancestors’ breath when the fire’s voice is heard
‘Tis the ancestors’ breath in the voice of the water
ah-wsh
Ah-wsh
Those who have died have never left
The dead are not under the earth
They are in the rustling trees
They are in the groaning woods
They are in the crying grass
They are in the moaning rocks
The dead are not under the earth
Those who have died have never, never left
The dead have a pact with the living.
5 Comments:
Wonderful.
you will love the Isle of Ancestors Sylvia.
Sylvia love,
I can hear the the Native American music accompaniment to those glorious words.
I plan to print them up and recite them to my Shaman Staff tomorrow under the full moon. What glorious magic it will create!!!
This is gorgeous.
Hi All,
The poem was placed in the perfect place to make it meaningful. The sounds of wind,water,the trees and rocks were all there as you read the poem.
Gwen,that must have been beautiful to read under the full moon too. So happy you are using the poem.
Sylvia
Post a Comment
<< Home