sacred stones
When I first read this poem, my mind shied away from some of the words…shaman, witch, ecstatic, underworld. These are not words I am at home with. But instead of turning the page, I started again. I read the words without judgement or fear…and saw my life in them…
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I am Shaman,
Witch of old, healer
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My dwelling is clean
to hold my intentions clear
to hold my intentions clear
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I dance to fling off
the dead wood
I dance to raise the earth fire
ecstatic spin
through every cell
the dead wood
I dance to raise the earth fire
ecstatic spin
through every cell
I crawl through tunnels
of the underworld
to find the sacred stones
of the underworld
to find the sacred stones
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gems of truth
holding steadfast
in the bones of Earth
holding steadfast
in the bones of Earth
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I put them in my pouch
hang them over my heart
And when I sing to them
they open
to flood me with their Light
hang them over my heart
And when I sing to them
they open
to flood me with their Light
.
And when I sing to them
they love me
and guide me
through the night.
they love me
and guide me
through the night.
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