Pele's Dreaming
I ascend from the depths of my fiery dwelling place, a raging
angel with eyes of searing flame. Yet in my coursing I pass the sentinels of Air
and Water, who fro their Graces, doth life me above the sea, where I become
tranquil in my thought and haloed with a thousand rainbows in the mist.
In my hair, tiny beads glitter in the sunlight and the emerald grasses
clothe me in a verdant splendor, soft and beckoning to gardens of flowers and
birds of rare color and song. The creatures of the sea: the dolphin, the whale
and all the tapestry of fishes and coral, swirl against my body and cool my
fevered dance of life.
The two-legged ones come to walk upon me and I feel their urgent
strides. Their footsteps echo into my cauldrons and I quicken to their seeking
of my heart. Yet they hear me not. I speak and they tremble, I laugh and they
cry. Would the come to me in the Sacred, in the time when the lion reclines with
the lamb; when the whale becomes the storyteller of a race departed, and the
child is the sage of man.
I will await the unfolding of prophecy, the day I may dress
myself in white, clean clouds and descend to the earth on golden wings of the
sun. They will know me then and come to me as little children, that I may bless
them in worlds of enlightenment to abide with the melodies they now only hum in
their dreams.
Until then, ALOHA
