Primitive Heart
By
Autumn Laird
primitive heart
beating on the stone
chipping away the rock
to reveal the layers of bone
cave mother cradles
echoes in the valley
the red-tail cries
spear flints littering
animal furs rippling
soft breeze singing
through the trees
suckling babe
on mother's breast
hair sweeping face
soft pounding beat
hammer rhythm
handprints upon stone
wood fires burning
crackling heat
sage drifting
tumbling tumbling
round like the sun
wheeling in the sky
turning hawk dancing
on the wind
we fly
leather threads
tethering our ancient souls
to the primitive home
feathers floating
drifting in the air
silent decent
from thunderbird's tail
whispers hushing
holding the babe near
rocking the tiny figure
of future years
horn carving
the picture drawing
offering a prayer
to the eternal One
with the scrape
marking passages
mystery race
returns through the artist
in a primitive heart
runs the blood
of the Great Mother
singing a song
to the little one
plays the hand
across a rock wall
time layers
banding together
washed by the drumming
rain pounding
wearing away the lines
carving mountains
of wind and stone
herds marching
across the great expanse
under the sun
baking the land
hardening the sand
compacting and preserving
the hand
upon the rock wall
fragile life
lives on
from a time
rose in the dawn
of earthen symbiosis
knowledge sprung
from the natural chart
of daylight and night
around the moon
silver light
filtering in the caverns
casting shadows
by the ceremonial fires
around the sun
golden light
warming the earth
feeding the plants
with the energy
of universal circles
spiraled from the stars
pluck rays shining down
beating the pulse
observe the cycles
and know life
within
works and rests
according to nature's time
and the beat continues
inside the mother's heart
sacred space
marked upon the wall
the path walked
from beginnings
where the wind blows
in all four directions
taken like colors
upon the stone layers
in time we separate
all were once part
of greater sculptures
made in eons
from ancient feet
retracing the steps
to chart
a destiny
of a simple man
whose life came
from the woman
and returns again
in a wheel
made by the sun
and the moon
life
like the hawk's cry
dances upon the wind
beautiful though it is
depends on flight
and the kill
mastery within
to achieve harmony
of the balance
that has been given
written upon the cliffs
is a story
that will last
as long as the mountain
like the beating heart
we are gone
understanding the message
is to walk a primitive road
back through your time
into ours
see that we are the same
only actions remain
frozen upon the wall
fingerprints of soul
who we once were
for all to know
though we are a mystery
as each is to themselves
life is the mystery
in the maze
of the Mother's womb
cherish the simple gifts
sometimes there is famine
war & death
though sometimes
there is peace
joy & birth
written like letters
upon the sand
blown by the wind
and washed by the water
heated in the sun
preserved in memory
that is the dawn
of all beginnings
as we were all once
young
and speak again
from a primitive heart
watching the patterns
emerging first
every baby knows
survival
becomes dependant
on the milk
flowing from the breast
of the rocking mother
singing us stories
of the ancestors
remembered
with the honor
they deserve
sprung from memory
like hands on the wall
recognizing simple truths
floating feathers
strung into memory
recall the voices
echoing in the cave
and be at One
with the eternal breath
we breath
like the song
from the lips
whispering
in sacred spaces
found
again in primal knowledge
we live on
in the story
of the fire.