Shapeshifting Into a Red Tailed Hawk
John was invited to participate in the sweat lodge ceremony.
You may or may not experience your vision quest.
He had no preconceived ideas but enjoyed his Apache friends.
A bit of peyote put him into another realm.
He shapeshifted, becoming a red-tailed hawk.
He flew to the top of the mountain.
He felt adventurous and free, he had passion and strength.
He never wanted to come down.
Afterwards he knew he could meet any obstacle
Surmount any pinnacle.
It was more than enough.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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