The turquoise hums the prayers
The sacredness rises
In Palo Santo’s wisps
The totems voice the spirit’s call
As sun gods wake in hues of gold
The peyote’s eyes
Guide the soul back home
The feathers dance
To the heart’s beat
The spirit journeys
In circles of burning pipes
The roots within embrace
Mother earth’s womb
Beads of sweat
Shed the tears
For what once was
The lost parts within
Find their home
The flutes sing
Stories of the heart
The pyre flickers a feeling
As the soul's moon rises
Swaying feathers
Catch a dream
In the willow webs bloom;
Heart’s infinite flower.

~ Divya Prasad