Survival Is Harmony With All
Living in harmony with the natural world,
the sage survives the dark roads of life.
Shamanic voices echo through the ethers
and the forests; voices of the elements.
Clarity is a gift of the soul, from Spirit;
silence is the primary device of the wise.
To hear the footsteps of the hungry wolf,
you must listen to the earth’s warning.
The newborn retains its universal harmony
until ignorance of mortality influences abandon.
Like the shaman, the newborn hears beyond;
knowing that the gnash of teeth is calmed by harmony.
10-20-2020
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(30) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
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