The Temple of the Feathered Serpent

You are the one
Who has crossed
The borders
Of Aztlan

The Temple of
The Feathered Serpent
Has been here
Perpetually

Our rain
Does not cease

Our moon
Is a tree

The footprints of
Our mothers
Float
On the springs of
The deer peaks

Our psalms
Are written
On the palms
Of the
Blue leaves

—There are flowers
That fall
In the place
Of light

There are gardens
That glow
In the clouds
Of night—

You are the one
Who has crossed
The borders
Of Aztlan

The Temple of
The Feathered Serpent
Has been here
Perpetually