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Spirit Shaman
[center]Spirit Shaman
Thunderous blinding light makes me cry out
Hurting me as it opens to heal all things
Bending my head back as I shake & wail
He's bowing forward, doubled over me
The pain, oh the gods, my shaman take me
How can I survive, help me pass over
How I scream, I can't breathe, what's happening
The medicine is failing, let me die!
But I hear the rattle, the drum, he chants
With voice that cracks & soothes as it sings low
Then piercing call of speckled hawk soaring
Straight into 3 suns, their glare sears my brain
Where it comes from the spirit earth shaman
Pulls down from the sky of four elements
Wakes that keep him from entering heaven
Through his eyes it rains silver-blue & gold
His hands pull from me black spots of disease,
White-hot threads passing through & turning bile
Into pure energy, going inwards
The blessing of his craft his selflessness
The gift he himself cannot partake of
His kind eyes from which his own tears now fall
The torment of day has now dipped to show
An atrium of galactic firebrands
That hover o'er my body with serpents
Who hydrate me from streams into my veins
The shaman squeezes my arm one more time
As the chirp of my life force awakens.
Preview image "graveyard" (from the term "graveyard shift") by Jade Pandora at the hospital where this poem took place when she lost a kidney to cancer.
This is entered in Ahavati's DUP competition 'Light' Spiritual Encounter.
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Thunderous blinding light makes me cry out
Hurting me as it opens to heal all things
Bending my head back as I shake & wail
He's bowing forward, doubled over me
The pain, oh the gods, my shaman take me
How can I survive, help me pass over
How I scream, I can't breathe, what's happening
The medicine is failing, let me die!
But I hear the rattle, the drum, he chants
With voice that cracks & soothes as it sings low
Then piercing call of speckled hawk soaring
Straight into 3 suns, their glare sears my brain
Where it comes from the spirit earth shaman
Pulls down from the sky of four elements
Wakes that keep him from entering heaven
Through his eyes it rains silver-blue & gold
His hands pull from me black spots of disease,
White-hot threads passing through & turning bile
Into pure energy, going inwards
The blessing of his craft his selflessness
The gift he himself cannot partake of
His kind eyes from which his own tears now fall
The torment of day has now dipped to show
An atrium of galactic firebrands
That hover o'er my body with serpents
Who hydrate me from streams into my veins
The shaman squeezes my arm one more time
As the chirp of my life force awakens.
Preview image "graveyard" (from the term "graveyard shift") by Jade Pandora at the hospital where this poem took place when she lost a kidney to cancer.
This is entered in Ahavati's DUP competition 'Light' Spiritual Encounter.
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Published 17th Jan 2017
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17th Jan 2017 6:15am
Dear Jade:)...must have been a harrowing experience. Im glad you are alright now.
Ahh my Zodiac sister, it was, just as the poem reads, and much more. It was a long recovery with other things setting in because of it. Let's just say I'm alive & creating, and glad to be here. I'm blessed to know you, my lovely one.
17th Jan 2017 11:07am
I can't imagine going through such a thing, it has to be one of the hardest things a person can go through, mentally and physically. Thank god you're with us, blessing us with your wonderful poetic talents.
~anonshadow😏
~anonshadow😏
Thank you, dear Anon, your concern & relief for me is so kind & uplifting, and means so much.
17th Jan 2017 2:37pm
Excellent entry,Jade. And so personal. Thank you for kicking off the comp with a part of yourself.
17th Jan 2017 7:25pm
17th Jan 2017 4:07pm
I will echo Anon in this... I cannot express how deeply thankful I am the Shaman sent you back... That you continue to share and grace us... me... with you and your words in this life... Even in the expression of such a moment, it is filled with a clarity and music that allows the reader to fully engage with the words and emotions.
thank you, poetess, for continuing to give us you...
geoff
thank you, poetess, for continuing to give us you...
geoff
17th Jan 2017 7:29pm
17th Jan 2017 7:33pm
That must have been a harrowing experience Jade, and I'm so glad you're healed. You're one of the best writers here. The doctors I've been seeing are mystified by my condition, so I might seek out the shaman for a second opinion. Meanwhile, this is fine work, one for the crowfly collection.
18th Jan 2017 5:39am
Gosh, thank you for the honor, my crowfly friend, and my prayers are with you.💫
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18th Jan 2017 8:19am
Thank you dear Celestial sis, for your own aura's presence whenever you appear. I am blessed.✨
