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Shaman’s Journey

I journeyed last night.

The shaman’s drum kept pounding and with
Each concussion wave
The candle flame died and was reborn.

Now full
Now slight
Gone but for a wisp
A remnant and now,
At once, a flame again
Bright bright
Bright bright
Bright bright

I was the flame
What a joy to burn and shine
I wisped into near non-existence
What a joy to disperse
As I evanesced
Out and in to being.

It felt like dancing.

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Posted by on March 24, 2008 in philosophy, Poetry, Writing

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