"Dreaming by the Fire" (1988)
by Tim Kavi
passionate poets
blown by the wind
old man's vision
reality does bend
into places
you know not
revelealed
like a new truth
in the smoke
everyone was silent
when the
old man
first spoke
circles in the trees
predestined
symmetries
nature's worship
no cruel joke
the patterns are
there
waiting to be
found
if we dare
in the mist
traveling
I beheld
asin a dream
(the Old Man
was in a trance
no one knew
what was meant
as in the fire
winter was about
to be spent)
so we turned
inward
into the collective
dream
among the community
of healers
by the shamanic fire
where I traveled
in the air
across a desert
scene
looking outside
me, down
and above
a sacred place
I felt outside
my body
there was
a temple
with laid stones
in the pathways
where three
medicine men
approached
and did surround
holding forth
their tokens
of healing
in their sacred ground
their hands passed
right through me
into my very being
like phantoms
in the mist
they imparted
their tools
to bring life
and heal the
broken hearted.
Poet's Afterword:
This poem is based on a true dream I had over 20 years ago. I share this special experience in the greatest humility. After the dream and finding a new path in my own life as a mystic, I responded to the call to work as a healer.
I have done that work in a variety of community clinics and hospitals ever since.
Now my words seek through love and restoration to bring peace, love, and healing. I only ask to be used by divine grace to help someone in need, to honor my Native American heritage, and my calling.--T.K.
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