I am the blue deer. I am the maize ear. I cradle the sacred mother of the waters. I am where the old ways cross paths with the new. Where the dead cross paths with the living. I am the silk cocoon bursting with the glow of the yet to emerge shimmering heart. I serenade to the creosote, the rattler, and the eagle. I cut the tongue with the taster's own bitterness. Blessed with the grace of the long forgotten desert rains within you I seek to orchestrate the washing away of your sins. I am the bitter sweet flesh of the spirit's sustaining nourishment. Hidden I remain in choked dry caliche and shadows waiting to pity the pilgrim with the heart to see me. I am Hikuri.