Into the dark
Heart beats in rhythm with the heavy fog lifting from the forest floor
Sending a blanket over the roots
Up the trunk and settling just high enough
To touch it with your soul
Those sounds
Only you know
Beckoning
Awaiting your gift
Your sacrifice drips warmly onto your hands
Pilamaya
Sending your energy inside
To calm the frantic soul
Your whispers echo from the trees
Surrounded by those familiar
It ends
And Santeetlah cleanses as she carries that special “gift” to the intended
