05/15/2025
May 15th â Spiral of Light, Day of the Inca
Poetic Remembrance for the Pyramid of Light
Every year, I remember.
May 15th, the seventh day,
the day the Inca steps out into light.
The day the Pyramid awakens.
We rose before the sun,
taking the first bus,
holding palo santo,
flowers, kintus, mesasâ
the breath of the sacred in our hands.
There were twenty-one original women,
a bouquet of light called together.
Some came for one year,
some for two, others for four
but thirteen completed the seven-year path.
Thirteen were initiated
as Hampi Kamayak in 2016,
keepers of the healing light.
We stepped into the spiral,
left foot first,
diagonal into the danceâ
breath as rhythm,
heart as compass,
silence as prayer.
At the center stood Judy,
branches lifted to the east,
waiting for the first rayâ
the kiss of the sun.
The Inca climbed to eat light.
And we waited,
still and holy.
When that ray touched the branch,
it lit her hands,
then lit our left shouldersâ
fire passed down the line.
One by one, we were ignited.
Unspiraling, we rose,
right foot out,
ascending through light,
reborn in brilliance.
We circled the plaza until noon,
holding the light in silence.
Machu Picchuâlight of the Earthâ
fed the Antiguantana,
the hitching post of the sun.
And in that nourishment,
the world was lit for one more year.
On our final year, 2016,
we received a new riteâ
the Ceremony of the Ascended Masters.
Seeds placed on the left
for those arriving.
Cooked food on the right
for those completing.
Light in both hands.
Now, years have passed.
Seven, eightâI no longer count.
But this day lives in me.
I sit in the memory,
in the fire,
in the sacred knowing
that we danced light into the world,
and it answered.