Seeing through feline eyes,
myself caught in rapture,
tapping into ancient memories,
remembered by the trees

the mist caresses bare skin,
and protects me as I commune
with the histories,
searching for lost knowledge.

swamp gas glows phosphorescent,
as the energy passes into me,
powering the surroundings,
and causing life to surge.

growth, birth, renewal,
I am the focus point,
the bead of aim,
as they try to heal the Earth.

my bronze skin radiates,
and dark hair concentrates,
the beads hanging from my neck,
from now on a powerful talisman.

soul sent back to me,
from deep in space,
and lost in history,
I return a shamaness.