Spirit of Mexico
raw
land, mountains
and sea…
Passionate
power reflected
in brown skin
and stone temples…
Patient energy
that is relentless
beckoning
from hidden caves,
vast jungles, winding shorelines,
and endless cenotes…
Disorganization
reveals its
face
over a millennium
preserved in the pools
of dark eyes
that snap with
the slow beat of the dance
echoing
down cobble stone streets
and dirt roads
that lead
to the Virgin
revealing
the roses,
the very heart of Mexico…
©Lea Goode-Harris, Ph.D.
August 2003