The Shaman

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 ©