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Before I arrived in California, I had a vivid dream...

In my dream a mountain appeared to me, glowing and magnificent in her peaceful splendour. Fast forward one month into my trip and by chance I was invited up to the high desert of Northern California to stay for a while, and I found myself in the wilderness watched over by Mount Shasta herself. A beautiful synchronicity. A dream~ call answered. This poem is a reflection of my experience here in the sacred lands of California; the garden of Mount Shasta.

Photo of the Shasta desert by the author

The Deset Calls her Song
by Zoe Quiney

The desert calls her song 
and I listen
with my heart to the wind 
facing west towards the edge 
of the world.

Sage brush glows 
as if on fire and behind that the
colonies of old pine watch
the sky lean across 
to kiss the land and

Juniper trees mark the horizon
like holy men, with faces 
pressed towards heaven 
in eternal reverence.

So I sit down 
on the red ground,
dig my hands into the dust 
and sigh with thanks 

and if you listen carefully 
you can hear the whispers 
of the Ancestors who prayed 
to the same sky an
sighed too,

under the white robed splendour 
of Mount Shasta 
as she patiently tends 
the earth and 
mends my heart.

I watch, in awe,
as amber light spills from 
a sinking sun 
that lingers long after she sleeps 
and seeps 
into my bones 

as the desert speaks 
of Ancient things 
with a peace
that brings me to my knees.

as the still mountains watch 
and the coyote calls,
we fall silently into the arms 
of the land 
who remembers us
when we have forgotten.

Zoe Quiney: “I'm a part time writer and full time dreamer with a penchant for anything or anyone weird, amusing, interesting and beautiful. I believe in creating your own heaven on earth and I find inspiration in people and places that calm my soul. I want to leave something meaningful behind in this lifetime, even if it's just a nice poem. You may connect with me on Facebook here. Or find me on my blog  or tumbler here.”

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