Invocation
Incessant agony becomes
unbearable yearning to touch
virginal land, sandy caress
of your face, oh, great mother
chthonian lust deeply rooted
in your schema and
here He is: the Great Spirit
whispering a soft lullaby
that turns into melody in your ear
loving lips speaking softly:
it is I and you beloved Earth
who have bestowed peace
unto these heavenly beasts
who dance around the fire
smoking their salmon and
their eyes turn red in reverence
Libros Libertad 