Poem: Chumash Dream by Mark Tulin

Hiked the trail down to the Chumash fire pit.

Threw spiritual logs into the fire.

Felt the native spirit in the air, the supernatural

among the trees, rocks and the Santa Ynez sky.

I could hear the drums, the tribal voices,

the chants, the smoking flames.

The energy was released at the dancing fire,

feeling lighter and revitalized.

The powerful hawks soared overhead,

the owls hoot, crickets sing.

The mountains were gripping me,

bringing me closer to the core of renewal.

Spark me up burning embers.

Take my soul higher.

Revitalize my Native American spirit,

opening heart chakra, connecting, forging the past.

Make my warrior hands strong and clean.


More poems like this in my chapbook of poetry, Magical Yogis.  Click the link to Magical Yogis at the top of my home page to make the purchase.

Author, poet, short story writer from Santa Barbara, California. I write about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching present in California. These are narratives that may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

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