This is a gift to the Mayan elders at the Mayan Ceremony being held in Sedona, AZ at The Gathering of the Ancestors (4/18/’09 – 4/28/’09) http://www.instituteforculturalawareness.com/index.php/Articles-and-FAQ-s/Return-of-the-Ancestors.html. It was written as a tribute to my Guatemala Maya friend & teacher to bring to light the deeper challenges, heartbreak and heart opening he faced in his own marriage of Eagle & Condor, his actual marriage to a wonderous American woman. With great love, Aleta
He was a boy of the highlands. 
Dirt reach feet.
Maybe more goat than boy.
She was a girl of the beaches.
Strands of corn silk sand swimming in her eyes.
Maybe more wind than woman.
He sure footed home one day
Maybe boy of 7
Sees them in pools of red more ending than breathing
Passion flower, hibiscus, pomegranate seeds drip just that color he says
to no spirit calling to comfort him.
No thought of heaven only heat.
No friend jaguar to calm his blood rising head.
Jaguar lost his spots that day.
Darkness swept over his back that day
Carried off boys heart that day
Till jaguar melted all golden fur, burned smooth
Smooth, no wind, no touch, never touch him again.
Jaguar lost his spots that day.
A black beast melted into jungle
Burned heart melted boy….ash reach feet that day…sure footed, falling.
She danced her feet in sand.
White toenails
White beaches
Sweet scents, fabric softener cushioned all her falls.
One fall too hard
When boy black as panther – talking of jaguar- softly singing to gods who claimed words as feast
Words as payment
Beauty words for entrance to tables laden with words, words of love, words of resurrection.
He never told her of the day
The day his brother lay
Black hair, jaguar moaning, black hair shining soaked in blood.
Creamed corn hands held long guns
Tall men laughing.
He thought, I will take back life
Take back life from her.
She thought, I will never hear words so beautiful.
He thought, I will howl my pain into her light.
She thought, I will wrap my wings around his wound.
He thought, I will likely die without her belly.
She saw the blackened broken grave.
She knew she was the enemy.
She gave her body as redemption, swinging long hair over his belly, wrapping legs tight on his heart.
He thought, I will not forget.
She screamed silent into the jungle, I will never forget.
Jaguar lost his spots that day
Blackened heart, hibiscus heat, padded feet silent stalking
Looking hard for his prey
Jaguar passed by the boy that day
Jaguar passed by the girl where they lay
Jaguars feast was ghost that day
I will never forget he howled, passion flower, hibiscus blood dripping down his fur.
Pomegranate seeds erupt from safety, landing in dirt, dusty ash filled ground, sure footed they take root and grow.
Forever, she said tiny sand hand in his.
Forever, he said lips grazing her softly swelling.
by Aleta Diane Moss
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