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

I know that I am happy
On this great high way of life
But I took a detour
That coulda caused some kind of strife

I stopped on off at a ***** tonk
Not my sorta world
And I found myself a flirtin
With a dancin girl

A woman not my wife

She was lookin kinda pretty
As she twirled that fancy skirt
And I knew it could be dangerous
For both me and her

So I sped off in my Chevy
And left her standin there
Back on home
To the safety zone
And my old easy chair

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.

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.

The Crow comes quickly
when I call a Power Animal.
We perch high in the branches
of my Spirit Tree.
He barks
a Sacred Message.
We are transported
to a Crow Ceremony.
The Shaman dances
resplendent in his Crow costume.
He is dancing and chanting
a Sacred Message.
I am suddenly ******
out of the physical
into black and starry space.
My body twitches,
waiting impatiently
for my Soul to return.

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.