The Vision Quest Poem by Diana Rosser

Wandering pine,
with rolled rug slung across her back
walked bare foot to feel the rich earth
beneath her feet.

The trees, high pines either side,
shielded the low sun casting shadows
bringing the ancestors.

Breaking through the pines
into crystal blue she laid her rug.

Calling on the four winds
North to prowling Bear
West to snarling Panther
East to breathing Moose
South to follow the doe eyed fawn
she began her vision quest
seated in a circle on the ground.

Cross legged she waited
stilled her mind
drew her quiet breath
and breathed the mountain air
slowly for the longest time.

Then it came.......
The rising...........
The oneness........
The wholeness.....
and The knowing
spreading through her
like the four winds.

There she stayed......

until the morning of the fourth day
when she rose quietly, rolled her rug
and descended through the pines;
with the rich earth beneath her feet
and the sound of running water at her side.