morning after mayan sweat lodge ceremony

Every morning , there are the rocks
Turtle cove , tulum, where the giant sea turtles lay their eggs.. Endless bare 
feet savor the joy of the silky sand ...causes them to face the holes, and 
points of the climb  to sunrise

And do u first notice the neighboring rock, where the pelicans rest , 
outstretched wings in the breeze, drying themselves from their last dive or 
opening up their chests to make room for the next one.......

And I take a breathe and I say "oh " for the longest time, as if saying it so 
much last night, has stretched my voice and it seems to go on forever

And I say it as I see the mans outstretched arms, at the top of the rock , his 
woman, directly infront of him, when their two shadows interlock without 
touching......

And I am their voice too......and the waves crash and I can feel the emotion of 
the world...

Dear lord,
Last night , face into the dirt, in the womb of mother earth I couldn't help  
feeling annointed as oil was pouring  over me
And I could help feeling the slap of the sage brush on my back as rememberance 
of the passion...
I receive your love and light and clarity in the darknest of nights,...you are 
there.....I am humble in my gratitude....it will never be enough....

-k