Shamanic Poems - Poems about Shamanic

I fell to Earth , one of many with an army to begin the mission of hope, that their is a future here on Earth , listen to her heart beat ... Our Rainforests are burning , our church of medicine , without our heart of our eco system there will be no Earth...

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The Tale of the Smoke Crow His wings were made from those he'd burned. A crow of smoke, without true form. A thief of sorts, who sought to hide the carbon stone that was his heart. I smelled him first on Eight Mile Way. A puff of wind, first nothing there. Then hints of sizzled skin and hair and middle notes of fresh...

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With sun rise creation bows gallantly sea gulls sing their first morning ritual fresh waters cleanse all inner agony awed by earth’s mesmerising visual. Depressed souls who hid in lonely shadows Crawl out to be touched by the healing rays With spirit as fertile as green meadows Now they long for the lovely Sunny days. Sunlight spread warm potions on wounded scars hearts...

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While watching the heavens he sees Venus and Mars, He observes many cycles of the planets and stars, Offerings of blood to ensure plentiful crops and a happy lifestyle, In a chamber on top of a Mayan Pyramid in conversation with God for a While, He is not the same as the rest of us mortals, He speaks to the...

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Sing With keynotes of watch winds Sway With plants of high plateau Converse With shamanic powers Communicate With spirits of skies Confront Hallucinatory destinations Death, desires, disorientations. Magical modes in spinning wheels Recesses in stones, meditations And the perfumes. Quescha ! cocarna ! Quenchensa ! Gloss of intoxications in lunar brain Opening gateway into recreated gain. Flute drums and cymbals Da, dadedum , durkum. Linked that will join the unknown sources Flights of...

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Sing With keynotes of watch winds Sway With plants of high plateau Converse With shamanic powers Communicate With spirits of skies Confront Hallucinatory destinations Death, desires, disorientations. Magical modes in spinning wheels Recesses in stones, meditations And the perfumes. Quescha ! cocarna ! Quenchensa ! Gloss of intoxications in lunar brain Opening gateway into recreated gain. Flute drums and cymbals Da, dadedum , durkum. Linked that will join the unknown sources Flights of...

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