Voices from the Kiva

I hold out my heart.
Nowhere
Now here
I tend the fire that you might follow the scent of my smoking heart

The fire is burning. It is always burning.
Come in the Spirit hole
Enter the Kiva and make yourself comfortable within the fire.

You ask where we went.
We are nowhere. We are now here.
Our fire is always burning.

Do not wonder where we have gone
when it is you, Time Walker, who has journeyed afar.

We are nowhere.
We are now here.

Have you figured out yet what IS is?

You ask what spirits we council in our Kiva?

Yours.