03/12/2024
# Whispers of the Shaman
In the heart of ancient forests, where shadows dance,
A shaman weaves spells with gnarled hands.
His eyes, like moonlit pools, hold secrets untold,
And his spirit, a bridge between realms, unfolds.
# # I. Invocation
He chants to the spirits, his voice a river's flow,
Calling forth healing winds, where ailments go.
The leaves rustle, and the earth sighs in reply,
As he steps into the sacred circle, under the sky.
# # II. Herb and Root
From dew-kissed petals to roots deep in soil,
He gathers nature's gifts, each with purpose and toil.
Mugwort for dreams, lavender for peace,
And valerian to soothe hearts that cease.
# # III. The Dance of Smoke
His fire crackles, birthing tendrils of smoke,
Sage and cedar intertwine, a mystical cloak.
He smudges the wounded, their pain released,
As embers rise, carrying prayers to the deceased.
# # IV. Hands of Light
His touch, gentle as dawn's first kiss,
Traces meridians, where energy amiss.
He mends fractured auras, stitches soul's seams,
Guiding lost spirits back to life's flowing streams.
# # V. Moonlit Brews
Beneath the silver crescent, he brews potions rare,
Moonflower tea to mend hearts, banish despair.
And in the chalice, stardust swirls and sings,
A sip of cosmic healing, where hope takes wings.
# # VI. Ancestral Whispers
The shaman listens to ancestors' ancient lore,
Their voices carried on winds from distant yore.
They whisper forgotten remedies, forgotten names,
Guiding him through realms where time untangles its chains.
# # VII. Closing the Circle
As dawn paints the sky in hues of amber and gold,
The shaman weaves his final spell, stories retold.
He bows to the spirits, to the earth and the sky,
Their energies entwined, as healing wings unfurl and fly.
