Shaman’s Journey

24 Mar

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.

1 Comment

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


One response to “Shaman’s Journey

  1. Jennie

    March 26, 2008 at 3:33 PM

    I know you know that Aikido is often described as being “a lot like dancing.” Your journey reminds me very much of something that Morihei Ueshiba, the founder of Aikido, said:”Eight forces sustain creation:movement and stillness,solidification and dispersal,extension and contraction,unification and division.”It sounds to me like you were dancing the dance of creation itself.


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