Ancestral Guides Filling the Room
As she meditated the room brightened.
Streaks of energy came in and lightened.
She did not flinch, used to such things.
The whirls of essence danced in her rings.
She shut off her eyes and concentrated.
Hoping her front latch was firmly gated.
She understood the value of the spirit guides.
Who were now showing their power deep inside.
Her ancestral guides were filling the room
They came with a swish, one came with a swoon.
The room began to change, her face as well.
She was no longer herself an enthusiastic tell.
The flame of the candle began showing off
She heard her mother in the next room cough
She smiled for she had not seen her for a long time
Spinning in happiness, her spirit animal a mime.
I know you are here, she told her deer.
Her most favorite power animal, now so very near.
Not to worry my lady, the fawn said silently.
Your meditation is the best today it will ever be.
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