An inspired poem after a healing from Phil and Lynne Cowley Jones
My Heroic journey
A smile, warm touch
A greeting as much I was led the place for the healing to begin
Once i was there i was safe to step in.
I was warm and secure, my thought started to stir,
I let them loose not afraid anymore.
Shaman chanting and chanting another made a bowl sing,
I drifted about in an ethereal spin
Breath of incense, bright light and purple hazed mist,
I was there ,I was there ,my ancestors joined in
mixed in a plethora of sound
it resounded, resounded , my heart Fluttered around.
Then sudden stillness and calm, heart rhythmically beats, i finally found my warriors feet.
If all but a pin could fall to the floor it would be heard in the otherworld as never before.
The veil was thin i spoke to my dad , it was joyous and sad,
he told me to leap and leap good , my lad.
My warrior is with me I do not mention his name ,it is sacred,
so sacred i need to refrain
I now drum to his name and his protection remains ,
each session i have will bring him again
Thoughts run through my head like never before,
it was the strength of phil and lynne that opened my door,
I now dream of the day of returning again ,
to talk and sing to the ancestors, ------and also my friends
Kevin Richardson 8/11/201