Sue Mason Poet Bio

Peyote, 1961

They were there ...
in a jar ...  floating ...
Dark and mysterious.
A shaft of sunlight fell on the table
and into the jar
illuminating Nahautl Pyotl Mexcalli nectar.
Cactus buds staring
with buttoned eyes and spiny tufts
like the heart of an artichoke
floating in brine.

Picked in Texas 
and sent through the mail 
to be shared ceremonially ...
without drums ...
in a Victorian home on Sutter Street.

Once eaten, the journey began
to mystic melodies of merriment.
Eaten slowly as if in reverence
to the power of sacrament.
Blood and wine.
Bone and wafer.
Before and after.
Alpha and Omega.

A shaft of sunlight fell ....
while the sounds of the cosmos
and the colors of eternity were
gifts given from the Spirit of the Universe.
Given to an unfolding soul
no longer locked in a prison of  false beliefs,
the bondage of every Other ...
now free to be ...
in the sunlight ...
with her own drum.

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