Through a hollow darkness, the Cherokee son traveled. He looked up to see a moon riding the skies and stars, galloping across the heavens. Carrying the searching song of his soul, he journeyed until he came to a mountain that he looked through to see another world beckoning him; this was the world that held the spirits of all things.
He walked through the mountain to come to a strip of sand that lie between the boulders of his rock solid loneliness and the turbulent waters of creation. On the sand grew the sacred tree blooming with blue and yellow blossoms.
He threw his poncho over the edge of a cliff and jumped onto it, then sailed off in the skies. The winds carried him for time to come. Hours or minutes; years or days? He couldn‘t know. He called out to ask the sun daughter. She was flying beside him; her wings iridescent in the starlight as she fluttered around the badger in the skies. Being in a great hurry, she didn’t reply. In a whirl and gone; her wings whirring rapidly even as the Cherokee son went floating along slowly, aimlessly through the immensity of naked space. First, over a river foaming with sea spirits bubbling and gurgling with new life. And in the next moments of these un-moments, he was flying over the island of horned men. These, the first men, stepped out from the rocks of creation, only to be banished to a jungle island this side of tomorrow.
‘I am sailing time to creation. But am I flying forward or backwards?’ he wondered.
He leaned out into the night and listened to know. He heard the heartbeat of the world. Still, he didn‘t know. ‘Is it beating back in time or onward?
The wings of a Thunderbird flapped to thunder cracking. Streaks of lightening were flashing all around him. He dove into a mass of clouds. He looked down to see the sun daughter taking cover amongst the leaves of a wet-green tree: little flickers of light were bursting from her sun ray body.
Suddenly, the sun appeared, she was looking for her errant daughter.
The sun ray daughter held her finger to her mouth; she whispered, “Hush.”
But the sun was persistent. She carried a bark torch that lit up the corners of the skies, and found her daughter huddling in a leaf-lit tree. She chased her off to the skies. The sun ray sprinted around the night clouds when he waved goodbye.
Above him, the light of a bloodless moon, and the earth but a shadow of the spirit world.
Below him, another kingdom where a doe and buck were walked across wetlands. Stands of elks were drinking the waters to prepare the flooded lands for planting.
He left the wetlands behind and sailed above rock-grounds interspersed with spiny thistles. Bare-branched trees held owls that turned their necks to tell him that he was heading to the island of the girl who lived amongst wild wolves.
He believed the owls. ‘Aren’t they the creatures of wisdom?’
Now, howls. Below him, wolves of hollow haunches, and eyes gleaming in the dark. A fearless girl was throwing bare bones on the earth. And from these bones sprung more wolves, and they too were howling at him until the girl shouted for them to “Hush.”
Around a bend that took him to another moment of an un-moment. He was above diabolical spirits with pointed teeth and seven toed feet. ‘These dark spirits cause unwary travelers to disappear into thin air.’
He took refuge within a mass of vines draping the trees. He waited there for the sun.
And there she was, rubbing open her sleepy eyes. How tired she was, being up all night searching for her sun ray daughter.
The Cherokee son rode over the waves of earliest dawn now breaking across the skies in rosy prisms. The light was reflected in a river fracturing it into a million diamond glints. This same river ran beneath the Cherokee son; then beside and beyond him to empty into the vast and deep sea of his journey.
In the broken dark, there appeared a light that called his name. Before him, mirrors reflected within other mirrors. Looking into the mirrors to see who he was becoming, the Cherokee son saw first the faces of his six grandfathers, then his father’s face: his own. One unto the other, and all moving past sunrise into a settled day.