Sacred Datura — Images by kenne
Datura
Haunting deep green
white and white and pink and trumpets.
You call to the night
Message givers.
You listen to prayers and secrets
You reap joy from a happy harvest season
And its Workers.
You. Armslengths away from the almond trees
You. Grow like shrubs.
The round tops of umbrellas.
You. Are nightshade in the day
And You. Are contrast.
the only poem I might
think to write
— Donna O’Donovan
Sacred Datura — Image by kenne
Sacred Datura As Teacher
The trumpets blow
In the rite of passage
Near the desert stream
White and lavender-tinted
Colors known to the Shaman
To purity the soul
Datura is the sacred
In Carlos Castaneda’s
Supernormal perceptual state
Real or imagined
Around the Sonoran
Mountains and desert
Having a chance encounter
With a mushroom hunter
Influenced by diablero
The journey begins
In the rituals of Datura
Taking flight as a crow
Opening the doors
Wide into the night
Welcoming the duende
Freeing the poet
Of habitual trains of thought
Bringing love and understanding
Enhanced by the occasional
Encounter with black coyote
Ensuring the diablo’s existence
— kenne
Sacred Datura As Teacher — Image by kenne
