Sedona, Arizona, Full Moon at The Cathedral Rock Vortex
I visited, as many do,
To see its red rocks
To watch a desert sun rise and set
To watch a desert moon
From behind the stacked cliffs
and shine its white light
on the mesa where
those of us,
Seated in a drum circle. were
Listening to the deep baritones
of the drums echoing
The language of boulders and rocks,
Listening to someone shouting
About the sun and welcoming the full moon,
Chanting to the directions: north, south, east and west
Their feet pounding.
Listening to the woops and calls
Of the dancers whirling like Sufis
To the steady, steady drum beats
Children chased each other up and down the rocks
Dogs chased each other the same.
I turned to face the moon
Because I was
in Cathedral Rock
I lowered my eyes to meditate.
But the stillness rose from somewhere and
A hush fell over me as
It has in city cathedrals large and soaring
with its joy
While all around me was the drumming and dancing,
My friends talking to each other, moving
like familiar, beloved shadows,
and I heard
strangers voices too.
While I sat grateful for them all, but
without need for them nor for
In gentle stillness I sat
become solid and silent now
as if I, like the mesa,
had been forming
for thousands of years
and had no more need of movement or talk.
Cradled by the air,
Seen by the full moon.
Oh, happy stillness!
Perhaps I’d come upon the
Cathedral Rock Vortex,
Perhaps I was lulled by earth’s heartbeat
But I wanted to sit forever like that.
You are alive
inside a Cathedral of rocks.