Rhythms of the rainforest
1
2
3
Birds chirp along
1,2
The frogs chime in
1
2
3
Then crickets
serenade
Birds
For 1,2,3,4
Then rest for 8
Stinky bird
Squaking and quacking
Hooting for beats
Of three
The animals
Are welcoming me
Nature’s nightlife
Tag: travel
Colca kismet
Andes construct
The landscape
Of my dreams.
Imprinted in my
Soul’s memory
Carvings on
The stone of destiny
Markings of an
Everlasting journey.
Spirit awoken
From slumber
Like
Gentle
Rolling
Thunder.
Released from
The cacophony
Of a disassociated self.
Clarity of consciousness
Like
Constellations
Painted on clear skies
And the
Crescent moon Nearby.
Hundreds of
rock offerings
Lead to
Magisterial mountains
Recounting the
Spinning of the
Threads of
The map inside our
Heads.
Travel
Jet set life and times
Expanding sky horizons
Discover yourself
Machu Picchu
Riding on the wings
of a condor
I returned home
to lush green
splendor
to this mountain retreat
I surrender.
The sundial marking the time
Inti showing only
a reflection on the Earth
Practicing the same ritual
of being a priestess
since birth.
Fortress of agricultural riches
Rainbow present at the marriage
of the moon and sun
Stars aligned
as the calendar predicted.
The birds sing the chorus
while the Urumbamba river
keeps the beat
Chewing on the coca
Pachamama’s blessing
cloudy mountain mist
the perfect backdrop.
Overseeing the ceremony
for them to be wed
Inca adorned in royalty red
Puma at his feet
protecting the ruler’s seat
Snake rising above the ground
The Andean cross trinity
The sun and moon
united for infinity
Machu Picchu
the remnant of a
civilization’s divinity.
Apu
The Andes sing a song
Perfected
by thousands of years
of harmonizing
The Colca River composer
Thousands of parts
combined to form one.
Blue sky audience
as the mountain
tries to reach it.
It plays in a cycle
llamas feed
humans eat
then both
nurture the Earth.
Lesson on how to
weather a storm
color melody
Listen
it’s lyrics spell
a symphony of strength.
Mecca
I dreamed of
Machu Picchu
the voices of
my ancestors
calling to my soul
evoking past life
memories.
Royalty, daughter
of the sky
standing by
mama ocllo’s side.
Constructed our
masterpieces in
stone
Regal and adorned
in gold. Our empire
vast and wide
We lived on top
of the mountains
civilization on the rise
Inti nuturing
the land
cultivated to feed
all
of
its
people
no hunger
observing the cosmos
masters in astrology.
Protective mist, shield
against the ignorance
and the weapons
they would wield.
green serenity
time escapes in
temple of the sun
Inca’s sanctuary
for fun.
wonder
just
wonder
If they never came
Quechua would
fountain flow
from our mouths
but history weighs,
colossal structure
now slowly
descending back
to Earth.
When this life
cycle ends, send
my ashes back
My spirit knows
the way.
Runaway
There’s an itch
in my soul
begging to explore
Get lost and
step into the
unknown
Feast on shades
of blue and green
hues of my dreams
Disappear, nurse
from nature’s breast
feel its caress
Marvel at stones
weathered by storms
hundreds of years old
Create a new reality
finally live the
extraordinary
