In the Canyon
Distant drums voice sacred song
as didgeridoo drone rings
its messages to my awaiting ears;
ancient ceremonies flood
the canyon in tones of
ancestral wisdom.
Every rock or boulder resonates,
crickets sing along and
each cell of my being is elevated;
I feel the energies of
times long passed;
those speakers of the truth,
as shamanic echoes
transport me to past centuries.
I've hear it said that our cells have memory,
that two-thirds of our brains are not used;
but what if we are simply energy?
I resonate with the past
and visions come.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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