Get Your Premium Membership

Vision Quest

VISION QUEST The Sioux chief Brown Eagle taught me self-respect And I saw my life as an Englishman must have greater purpose, And that these "savages" were actually my saviors. The spirit of his tribe drew me; to resist was useless. The closest spirit was Brown Eagle’s sister : But Bright Water could marry only a warrior-chief : To prove worthy to marry into the tribe, and to lead it, I had to endure long tests and trials of grief. I studied the ways of Brown Eagle, Whose many scars were openly displayed, Showing his warrior-status, as well as reminding all Of the torture ritual in the tribe and the respect to be paid. The tribe medicine-man explained what should happen: I had to undergo a series of ritual tortures and tribulation, Including an O-Kee-Pa style chest-suspension ceremony, And its most grueling part, the Sun Vow Initiation. I was hauled up to the roof of a huge tepee By buffalo-bone hooks through my pectoral muscles, flowing red: Excruciating exquisite pain - as my former life was torn out of my chest: My spirit ascended to the roof and I saw my own body dead. In a sincere desire to become one with the tribe my spirit left The tepee on a shamanic journey into another order of realization, A landscape of magic and mystery - and during this ordeal Manitou came to me in the form of the White Buffalo - a sacred vision: Hooves pounding, eyes flaring, He emerged from a vast prairie fire. And of leadership, duty and responsibility I heard Him speak: And His huge presence ran with my horse and guided me over the endless Short-grass plains to Bright Water’s flowing creek. Attention and energy of my small self was removed from its centre; The world around expanded correspondingly, enhancing A changing, fluid, magical, and mysterious realm of the unknown. Deep-etched imagery, a dream of death-and-life entrancing. My emotional state transcended any normal boundaries In sacred time and space - because of the ritual, the ceremony, The privation, the torture, the longing for communion. I drank from the flowing creek and returned to the tepee. Helpless, I was cut down from the tepee roof, rejoined To the world of flesh and bone; but my fire-baptised Spirit had new authentic power, and Brown Eagle took my arm: What is your name, brother? I proudly took the name - Buffalo Eyes. From the culture of the High Plains Sioux in the USA Inspired by the movie A MAN CALLED HORSE (1970) starring Richard Harris.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 4/19/2011 5:41:00 AM
Congratulations on your well deserved win Syd in Debbie Guzzi's contest "The Shaman's Way". Love, Carol
Login to Reply
Date: 4/16/2011 8:51:00 PM
Congrats Syd on your big win in Debbie's contest ..another great write and entry and another great win to enjoy luv..
Login to Reply
Date: 4/16/2011 7:20:00 PM
Congratulations o the sixthplace win in the contest, Sydney
Login to Reply
Date: 4/7/2011 3:06:00 PM
Hey Syd what an excellent story! Just put narrative form or verse quatrain would have lines 2 & 4 rhyming and you have no rhyme. Feel like you really enjoyed writing this! I enjoyed reading it ;) Light & Love
Login to Reply
Date: 4/7/2011 11:09:00 AM
Even before I saw your footnote at the end, I was trying to remember the name of the Richard Harris movie. Waching the O-Kee-Pa was frightening, but also displayed his strength and determination. You are writing some extaordinary poetry, Syd! Love, Carolyn
Login to Reply

Book: Shattered Sighs