The Power of Three
I hold three crisp green Coca leaves
Arrange carefully their graceful elongated shapes
Admiring the small bouquet
An offering, grasped between my thumb and two fingers.
The chime of the bell signals it’s time
To inhale and expel three breaths imbued with my intentions
One for the underground snake
One for the prowling puma
One for the condor in the clouds.
Bits of fluffy cotton ask for rain
Sugar candy begs for a sweet life
Quinoa for sustenance and strength.
We sprinkle many things and make our requests
On the cloth of our existence
Creating a small bundle to be buried or burned
Messages delivered to the fabric of the universe.
Our demands are great.
Our offerings small.
The lack of balance spins the circle around
Creating a never ending spiral
Propelling us to repeat the journey
Humans on a spinning top, likely to fall from grace.
An altar placed within a church where once a temple stood
A holy place filled with memories and dreams
The trinity of life; past, present and future
The father, the son the Holy Ghost
The sun, the moon, the stars
The father, the mother, and the child
The three points of the triangle, a mountain stretching towards the sky.
We reach for the heavens
Forgetting to embrace the present
We stumble and repeat past mistakes
Searching for the answers
Trying to find our way back home.
______Nadja Maril 1/27/2015
Nadja Maril, Writer & Author 
Beautiful!
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