On the wind

[oakenspirit]

on the wind

Sleep walking, sleep talking
Am I dreaming, yes , I am
I am the extension of my drum , again

Beating drum, beating wing, I am soaring I am soaring,
Totem apparition on the wind.

Crow dance, in the sky upon the breath of life, I fly
Never ending in my minds eye

Swooping and rising through the clouds
Never ending until the drummer stops his rounds

I feel euphoria and a sense of ore
Crow feet spreading on the floor

I have landed and grounded well
A shamanic travel to make me well

In me I found well being and love
I could be crow or next time a dove

Bless your journey that you may be
In all of us , and lets be free
To all of you , blessed be

So Mote it be

By Kevin Richardson
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