. This is a poem I wrote after my first shamanic journey.
“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
Rhythm of Life
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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