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Spirit Dance (Free verse) by Mary
Around fireside rings
amid rhythmic toms
a lone Shaman shuffles
the dance of life.
Guttural chants
sung in spirit tongues
rise up, then drift away
on blue-moon winds
mingled with purifying scents
of burnt sage.
Wisdom sought
on the shore
of unseen horizons is found;
clarified by shared visions
with an eagle who soars
between earthly realms.
Encircled within our ring,
entranced by his mind's eye,
we await his healing touch.
Copyright 2002
Mary
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