Shaman's Song by Joanne Turner
Whisperings, whisperings, whisperings
Everywhere I tread I hear them.
Beckoning, beckoning, beckoning,
A dialogue in unspoken words.
Calling, calling, calling,
In my dreams and in my thoughts.
Diving, swimming, playing,
chasing,
Dolphins
play within my heart.
My mind is enticed beneath the waves,
My soul soars down to the depths
And I know that I belong.
Climbing,
resting, listening, waiting
As I hear the mountain's voice,
Entranced beside the icy stream,
Bare toes splay on the sandy bank,
Sensing the power within every grain.
Welcomed, embraced, moved, fulfilled
As the golden haze of summer dusk
Bursts with splendid symphonies.
Amongst the trees, grasses and bracken
I am awed by the surrounding
life.
Can you hear them? Listen, listen.Can you feel it? Be still, be still.
Flowing, surging, gushing, spiralling,
The beautiful energy pulses
through me
With
every beat of nature's heart.