How Will It Feel To Be Brushed By The Lion's Mane - Margaret Caminsky-Shapiro

[Larry Robinson]

How Will It Feel To Be Brushed By The Lion's Mane
 
Hot and fiery, cool and indifferent
Will it sing me a song of the past                                                                                 
Bring up my ancestors from the unleavened earth
 
How will it feel to be touched,
Touched by the flame of that lion’s mane
Tawny, golden eyes that see through me,
Find my true selves on the other side.
 
How will it feel to hear
The lion’s roar
In the early morning
Dew hanging softly on a spider’s web.
 
How will it feel to come home
To the space between the worlds
Where the rust colored earth
Holds secrets that I still want to know
That I still need to know.
 
I want to make poems
While thinking of the bread of heaven
And the cup of astonishment.
 
I want to make poems
That look into the earth
And the heavens and see the unseable.
 
I want to make poems to thank
Those who have come before
Touched the earth
And made it holy
So that I may walk
And know who I am
Speaking through my ancestors
The voices of those who will speak through my veins.
 
How will it feel
To be brushed by the lion’s mane?

	-  Margaret Caminsky-Shapiro
(With appreciation to Dorothy Walters poem, “Seekers”)
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