Angelo J. Sandoval
The search for indeginous
My journey has been
full of adventure.
I search the spiritual
en mi querido Norté.
I traveled to Alcatraz Island,
celebrating sunrise ceremonies
antepasados making there
as Father Sun breaks over the horizon,
Grandmother Moon slowly begins
her decent in to the ocean’s horizon.
The beauty of the Morning Star
Came to bless us with love prayer
trails to the ancestors in the other world.
I search for a story which has been
lost to the winds of time.
names of sacred spaces unknown
Spanish corrupted names
leave my mind wondering
where did they go?
Why did they go?
Adventure seeks me out
Visiting ancient ruins
of a forgotten city.
Lost to the winds of time
why an ancient city was left behind.
I found peace at the ruins site.
For once the unknown
I came to a place labelled, ruins.
Narrated videos of dependents
of ancient people remind us,
These spaces are not ruins,
they are home to ancestor spirits.
I enter sacred space, the Great Kiva.
The energy of ancient peoples are
I make two visits in to this sacred space.
I close my eyes and daydream of lost
Alto Huachín Kiva,
lost sacred space
lost stories of creation, love, family, and the beyond.
One more piece of the puzzle found,
yet it doesn’t find its fitted place in my
people’s lost history.
Sacred space, the Great Kiva
your gift of sacred space will
live in my heart till the end of my days.
Entering your sacred space without
the need of a card to prove my lost
Your sacred space gave healing
to a lost soul.
The photo were taken at Aztec Ruins National Park in Aztec, New Mexico.