a SHAMAN’s DREAM.

 

 

Along the way gathering friends

of nature;

both green and golden shared.

 

A lightly trod path, worn by old ones-

leading up and into a cave hidden there.

 

 

Through the smoke.., golden purple haze..,

soft chants;

 

whispers that give light upon the air.

Colors you can feel and just beyond-

wherein lie other realms to amaze and explore.

 

With eyes wide shut

yet a wide open heart…

inner space thru outer space-

where love is both the end and the start.

 

 

Lords of light,

Lords of dark.

Both are met… and

they take my measure, it seems.

 

i journey on… and on-

into the land of a shaman’s dream.