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Shamanic Journeying
Shamanic Journeying
Shamanic Journeying
Shamanic Journeying

Tag: poetry

No Need To Save Me

When it comes to salvation, enlightenment or awakening, there's no need to save me or me to save you. We're already saved, we've only been slaves to beliefs of unworthiness and...

Love

We meet again, The moment kind and gentle, The beauty Peaceful and serene, The spirit alive In all that is And not what could be And all of this born of love, In...

A New Protocol

Such a rich and melodious offering, though somewhat belated after all these years since my first wanting you. Please forgive me if I refuse your invitation, however much I...

Aurora

The air is so still Life seems held in stasis In hushed anticipation Of the day to come. A soft pink streak Hugs the horizon One final embrace Of the dawn Before...

Golden Dragonflies

once every year they convene on the  hydrangias   golden dragonflies   they are small slight golden delicate    after three days they are gone to where I do not know  it is enough that they were...

School of Life

Automatically enrolled In this sacred school of life, The Teacher hidden everywhere, Using every falling leaf, No pass or fail, No grades, Ever growing, Ever learning, I sometimes miss Those little golden...

All is Well

Lift your eyes inward and dare yourself to stay Just a while in this precious, intimate space. Soften your thoughts now, and quietly embrace, This moment, this...

So Let Us Be

"god is she god is he god is you god is me god is water god is sun god is creation god is fun god is mystery god is free god is Love god is...

Headlong

Headlong is not "wrong" when you are listening to your own song. Headlong is neither head nor long but your heart quickening fast and strong.

Soul

Be silent Be still, Awakened. Be the silence That struggles To be heard. Perceive Acknowledge, Be the wisdom. Love Be loved Be silence. Be this space, This inner sanctum, That is Your soul.

Start

at a wounded heart tears migrating to eyes, ink for paper, mending fissures... a page at a time.

A Return to Quiet

"The frantic slicing and dicing of words build voluminous sandwiches  of indigestible doctrines. Swallowed whole, they sit heavily, uneasily  in the belly of the mind.   Unable to absorb any holy...

Luna and the Lake

I spied the moon through darkened trees Perfectly round and beaming with light I gazed at the lake through darkness of night A surface of glinting obsidian Luna...

The  Journey Home

Touch my soul, Be the guardian Of my spirit, The sunrise And sunset Of my day. Be the Swallow That returns, That is Eternal spring, The reason That is, My journey home.

Dedicated to the Mystery

A familiar drive over 17 at dusk Forests filling the hills A gaze to the right Something captured me A pathway between two trees And Mystery revealed itself to...

Lost Passport

The lost passport that  took you to Sri Lanka  is in the left breast pocket of the famous blue raincoat that you rarely wore.  The plane ticket that flew...

Wanderer: The Beauty of Life

I am sinking through the paradisical sky Splashing high tides fade away into the horizon Getting lost in the restless dreams of adventure Wandering soul so vibrant...