Walking on Sacred Land

The morning is cool from last night’s rain.

Everything is lush green and smells clean.

I start walking and praying.

There are Cinco Venados standing in a nearby clearing,

they stay in place and watch me as I walk past them.

I thank them for sharing their grace with me.

The pain from my broken knees starts to ease up as I walk further

along my ancestors' path, I am now surrounded by our sacred medicine.

I take a turn on the path, and now I am facing East; I look up thru

the Mesquite trees, and I see a beautiful Cielo Azul as a Red Tail Hawk

flies across it, and now I hear our Ancestors singing Palabras de Dios

into my ears straight into my heart.

My senses are overloaded by so much beauty; all I can do is CRY.

This is why I believe Creator did not give our people the “Word” so that

we can learn how to love; Creator gave our people the "Heart" so that we could feel love.

Ted Herrera

Tlaxcalteca, Chichimeca, Coahuilteco, Huichol