A Poem: The Spirit of the Shamanic Journey

November 18, 2017

            “Up, up I rise

            Like the eagle I soar

            From the valley

            The curves sound

            And return from the round

            Sun and Moon

 

            All we are       

            Is reflected in time

            From above we can see

            Our truth

            In the eternal

            Life of rhythm

 

            My feet touch the ground

            As I fly in the sky

            My shadow extends

            Through the passing wind

            I can feel the spirits

            Breathing their sounds

 

            I am gathered as one

            Through The Cross

            Of my soul

            Knowing permeated in

            Atoms of speech

            Known only to some

            Who can see in the dark.”

 

 

 

 

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