Sweat Lodge Living

Water on the stones.
                     Levels on levels we feel the harsh-hot intake.

Can you take?
Don't know.
The stones so hot.
The lessons so hot.
Where do I burn?
Where do I learn?

Water on the stones.
                     More, more, more.

Ah, Spirit come and breath that voice.
Spirit where are you?
I burn.
I learn.

The pressure is crushing, there is no room.  No air.  I want to escape.
                         This tent--this breath--this massive intake.

The darkness boasts for inner look.  I am scared, what will I find?  Those stones be burning from the beginning of time.

Is there a drum or is it my heart?  I am about to explode from the quiet dark.

Then, the settle.
I accept.
I accept that this is my story on the griddle.
My
Mine.

It is the know.
Sweat lodge Life
                   Live
                   Long, it hurts but that's what it takes to spirit grow.