Dance Of The White Buffalo

Dance of the White Buffalo

All sit as equals within the kiva walls.
The darkness blinds the eyes but can not
sheild the whispering voices speaking
in husked tones of exuberant expectation.
Suddenly, without warning, the silence
is pierced by the keening wail of the reed flute
rising eerily out of the darkness, silencing
the unattentive and rivoting all with its plantive notes.
And then, as fast as it appears, it disintegrates
into the darkness. It is then that the mellow
beating of the heart of the conclave slowly rises,
quickening its thunderous pace. At its crecendo
it turns into a double beat,
thump thump....
thump thump...
thump thump....
Torches suddenly light the darkness, as the drums
draw the air from the room and all are held
breathless and spellbound. The room is filled
with spirit dancers masked and cloaked in the
eternal visages of animals.

The spirits dance in turn, s the reed flute
mates harmoniously with the drums. The
haunting melody, reminiscent of an ancient time,
calls forth the dancers in procession.
Their bodies sway in turn with the beating
heart and its mated call. The raise their
feral voices in lust filled predatory anticipation,
causing onlookers flesh to tingle and their
spines to chill as they wait for climactic completion.
And as rattles call forth, snake dancers hiss their
dangerous presence and eerie horns call forth a
circle of buffalo dancers stomping the ground
in time with the drums. And from within the heart of
the buffalo dancers, as all grows quiet and
entralled onlookers hold a collective breath,
the magestic visage of the White Buffalo embodied
appears. Suddenly, the drums pound faster and
harder and the reed flute calls to each onlooker
as the White Buffalo faces each person seated in turn,
slowly swaying in procession as buffalo dancers
stalk its grand image. And from the dark recesses
of the kiva, piercing wails ring out as warriors appear
among the circle of dancers. Buffalo dancers fall
to the ground untli all that stands among the warriors
is that of the White Buffalo. All take aim with arrow to
bow at the heart of the sacred beast, and with
the last beat of the drums the White Buffalo falls
and the crowd cries out its praise.