Point South Mexico - Real Estate and Lifestyle Magazine

I have come to a place where rivers
Flow from all directions
Into an ancient sacred lake
Which draws those
Searching and yearning, craving
Its cool waters and blood-red sunsets
To calm their souls and please their gods.

I was not looking for a lake
For I had travelled to many lakes
And I did not feel thirsty.
Yet, as I came upon this lake
So resplendent with spirits
Of many lives lived, I found my muse
And it quenched a thirst
I never felt till I fell at its bank
And drank deeply of its richness.
And I sense the presence of stunning
Aztec youth sacrificed to Quetzalcoatl,
Their fluids draining, with their lives,
From the mountains into the limpid waters
Far below. As now I see the old men
Casting their nets, content in their solitude,
Hoping to catch their dreams here.

And now as I drink from this lake
I taste the blood and desperate tears
Of those who cry and bleed for moments lost
Yet their fluids still seep
Into my heart; I embrace my muse
Finding my deep trembling voice
To create every moment anew.
And I bask in the heat of everyone
Who has learned to love again
By this ancient sacred lake.