The shaman

[oakenspirit]

The Shaman

Shape shifting, other world walking
Spirit talker

Shifting time “Sagittarius moon” ethereal chief, wolven, “Re-born”.

Trance dancing, Lycanthropy aware
Guttural howling, panting, breathing in an incensed air

Whirling, spinning earthen bound
Bones crackle, back arched , paws to the ground

Transformation complete, drumming begins
Deep Eyes of the wolf
Allows us right in

Weaving the web, dancing the spell
Between two worlds
With mother earth, we gel

She welcomes us in, man and beast entwined
Excepting our form
Like in old ancient times

To separate two would be fatal and cruel
Both work as one, to battle and dual

Deep is the mind, where healing is done
Completed in time for the fortunate one

A conscious shift, now, feeling disorientated not there
Were we really the ones who became?
Wolves
And
Aware

By Kevin Richardson
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