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What is a SHAMAN?

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, April 1, 2009


Two appear from none
I felt less sure about one
Once upon a time
No longer alone in the cosmos
I now roast inside their lotus flower gazes
Ablaze at their touch
These helpless droplets of sun
Breaking the mind-baking arena's sodium hazes
Illuminating forgotten fumbled through mazes
Underneath my soul's arrival
I heard their voices announced
Traveling from yet another world
Uncoiling from the web of my dreams
I catch life and steal health from these echoes
In a quick second
My being's memory too will pass
But not before
Two faces appear from the stars
Their beauty a breeze to the comet tail's fire
That fueled their arrival
Upon impact
They sear away
Traces of plague
In the undergrowth of my fears
If I knew not what a father sees in the reshuffled
Wilderness of his heart
I now cannot part from the vision of truth
From their eyes
I shoot further up
Before leaping back into earth's womb
I've been reborn by my own mortality

1 comment:

Robin Rice said...

This is so amazingly beautiful, Night Sings... your fatherhood is now a blessing to us ALL. Much love, Robin