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MAYAN: "a technichian of the Holy, a lover of the Sacred." CELTIC: "Empower the people...by changing the way we think." MEXICAN APACHE: "Someone who has simply learned to give freely of themselves..." AUSTRALIAN ABORIGINAL: "...a teacher or healer, a wisdom keeper of knowledge... (who) takes people to a door and encourages them to enter." W. AFRICAN DIAGRA: "views every event in life within a spiritual context." HAWAIIAN: "...human bridges to the spiritual world and its laws and the material world and its trials..." QUECHUA INDIAN: "embodies all experience." AMAZON: "...willing to engage the forces of the Universe...in a beneficial end for self, people, and for life in general."


-- from Travelers, Magicians and Shamans (Danny Paradise)

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

New Vision

NEW VISION
Seeing higher realms
In color coats they shift the walls
They do and don't exist
In radiant hues they penetrate
The spirits on the mundane breed
And I await in fascination's delivery room
Tending to
All the newborn elemental codes
They go fro and back and mate and multiply and paint for me
With senses splashed in colored brush blot sprays
They birth a smeary story I have never dared to read
How stabbing is the artist's sharpened tip
On my three-piece throbbing head
Mischievious is their play
Was it they
Or did I just prick myself?
Exhausted, weak from all the astral plasma spills
Something stays and through the point of skin abrazed
My loss is their gain
And now to turn illusion on its head
I see that I am different not
When I come back
Alive or dead or somewhere in between
I see
And the world sees back less worrisome to me

6 comments:

Heart of The Mother said...

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, NIGHT SINGS

hearsthetrees said...

now THAT's the point!!

She.Who.Remembers said...

So grateful to walk with you through your journey for a while and through your wonderful composition see the world through those eyes even if only briefly.

Walks In Two Worlds said...

Out-rage-us-ly beautiful!

Truth on the Wind said...

You are truly amazing! Thank you so much, Night Sings.

Night Sings said...

I am grateful for the kind words. We're all just starting to get it-- but now Walks in Two Worlds reminds us of the importance of dropping out of getting it. A subject for another poem?