A Journey thru Being

poems by Anne Guatemala © 1983 Anne Guatemala music by Thomas Valle-Guatemala spoken word by Rachel Lynn Sebastian recorded at The Madman's Convenience November 28 thru December 8, 2005 © 2005 Madmantics Media

Part 1 -
Prelude
Revelations 1 & 2
Prelude
The sprouts
of Peace
are for you,
the universe
an open book
to your dreams.

The times to come,
part of you,
the secrets untold,
the way to be free.

Part of you,
the rivers
of what it is
that is not,
the stars,
Mother Earth!
Follow the rainbow,
It's all there!

Drink the wine
of the Sun,
rejoice
at Life!
Be!

Revelations
I.
With the wisdom
of the Eagle
soaring free,
the Pride
of the Condor,
the Quetzal's
colours;

With the Joy
of the wind,
America again
embraces
the Indio
with feathers
of Knowledge,
Love
and Peace.

II.
And the wisdom
bathed my flesh
and my spirit
that afternoon
at Yaqui Land.

The Voices of generations
told me then
I was not alone
We are one!
the roots of America
the Knowledge of the Past
the song of the thunder
the sacred Fire,
mother earth
anew!

Part 2 -
Revelations 3 & 4

III.
My journey began
through the darkness
of doubt
through the light
of the Sun

I was to feel and touch
the flute and the pipe,
to confirm the torch
of peace
and Love,

People of the Universe
Unity among us all
prophesies written
a long time ago...
Hopi Land!
the hidden marks
of our ancestors...

Mayas, Incas, Aztecas.
Glory of the Great Spirit,
America,
Our Land!

The blessing
for you, my brother,
for you, my sister,
Children of the Earth.

IV.
My children
like yours
are creatures
of the Earth

They all share
what you and I
have shared,
Creation itself!

Show them
the path,
teach them
to fly,
to melt
in One!

Part 3 -
Revelations 5, 6 & 7

V.
Colors?
no colors!
just you
and I,
human beings.

Class?
no class!
just you
and I,
human beings.

Just you
and I
in peace
love
and respect.

No boundaries
under the sun!
just you
and I
in balance
and harmony.

What do you say?

VI.
Light,
rainbow of feathers;
those to come,
the chosen ones...

Fire of the past,
warriors
of times to come...

Sons and daughters
of millenniums,
the rulers!

Cosmic vision
of those to come.

VII.
Existence!
it is not
to be defined
or interpreted

It is the gift
to be enjoyed,
appreciated
and accepted.