I lie within fields now barren
Crimson flowers gone to seed
Earth caressed by Winters lips
Upon which my cheek doth rest
I lie within fields now barren
New life lulled in womb
Divine the song emergent
Await Springs commencing breath
I lie within fields now barren
Remembrance of which has been
In honor of this sacred cycle
Till genesis springs forth afresh.
~kachina ’09
Into the Mystic 
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