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approach to alignment, Aztec and Maya mythology, Carlos Castaneda, cognitive systems, deliberate creation, don Juan Matus, Elaine Stirling, Feathered Serpent, humour, inner silence, light verse, nagual, Quetazalcoatl, quetzal bird, sacred word play, shamanism, sonnet, time/space reality, Toltec wisdom, vibrational reality
Pulling strands of Time and Word, a feathered
snake and quetzal bird met nose to beak, their
first impressions, Hiss! and Cheap! Bad weather
held them in abyss, abasement, nowhere
could they fly or slither without dragging
scale or tail of the other. Get me out,
Time, I’ve nation-states in crises raging,
cried the snake. Word, the bird was heard to shout,
I do not like this freakish serpent’s coil!
The strands of Word and Time between them squirmed;
they braided, grew, a messy lambent toil
silencing both views and scales overturned,
delivered unto Space, Creation’s king.
Well done! From such as these, new worlds must spring.
© Elaine Stirling, 2013
Image of Quetzalcoatl as depicted
in the Codex Barbonicus is from http://www.crystalinks.com
Oceantics 