For so many years
I have Journeyed alone.
A solo Soul Practitioner
alive in suburbia,
walking the Spirit Planes.
To publicly declare
I Am a Shaman
feels like stepping on to a foreign land
where no one speaks my language.

Born of
Water
Blood and
Bone.

Upon this
Planet,
Beautiful yet
Alien,
Far from
Home.

Birthed from
Dirt
Sky and
Stone.

These Bodies
Separate
Together yet
Alone.

What do
We Create
Out of
Guts and
Glory?

A Legend
A Fable
A Bedtime Story?

An Epic
A Fairy Tale
Crafted then
Finely honed?

A Soliloquy
A Tome
A Poem?

Before We
Revert to
Dirt
Sky and
Stone.

Before
We Return
To Our
Heavenly Home

The string of Words
reaching
across the World.
Epiphanies set,
pen to paper.
Those ink blots
translating
an eternal language.
Each word a paradigm
of the Poets' Truth.

Lay me on the page.
Where your romantic thoughts
soothe my soul.

Lay me on the page.
Let the words
from the bowl of your heart
curve around my mind
in that voice
so slow and sensual.

Lay me on the page.
Where I will wander
in your imagination.
Where reality will drop away
meaningless....

Whether real or unreal
matters not to me.
Those sweet soul poems
are a distracted joy
on the brink of my mind.

We are but tiny specks,
filled with every experience.
Pawns for God's pleasure.

Ego
has attached me
to this body
with an iron grip.

Fifty plus years
it has served me well.
My home here
on Earth.

Some times I
leave It.
Riding my Imagination
on other worldly quests.

One day
It will not be
waiting.
Who am I
then?

I met You
in the distance,
as mysterious
as that may seem.

A water colored image,
a fast approaching dream.  
I called You in as kindred,
life's uncanny scheme.

I ask to call You friend,
If I might be so bold.
May the Thousand Petaled Lotus
continue to unfold.

You only wanted Me
til I wanted You

Content to win the game
you surge away.
You say
I am no longer amusing
enough.

I drown
for a while
in the wake of Your absence.

When the backwash waves
slowly dissipate
my Heart
that was You
heals.

Then
I only want
Me.

When rose wears off the glasses
we quickly seek a new prescription.
Trying to regain the 20/20 vision,
that fairy tale of youth.