| The Shaman |
| This one is still very much under construction. I still need a few more opinions and a few more sessions at the sanctuary. |
| His darkened skin, Life, time, and wisdom Shown upon his face He spoke in a tongue I could not understand I struggled to speak But found I could only listen I felt a flood of wisdom Of life Of history Flow through my veins Like a wild river I was given the knowledge Of a people long ago And the insight To a people still so new Thoughts and ideas filled my mind As he disappeared into the mist I woke to find a single feather Of a southwestern bald eagle On my pillow beside me |
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