Grace

The breath

that we breathe,

is seeking its soft seeping,

into the rhythm of mystical surrender.

Watching the momentum

of time

stopping for a moment

to become witness.

Anchored

Satellite

When the shaman takes the first step

the journey has already ended.

The vessel has surrendered.

Each breath now a conscious sacrifice

unravelling entwined illusive illusions

dancing on wings of starlings.

Becomingness

of thought filled being

trapped within a crucible of power

portioning and partitioning

gifting rhyme and reason

and arrogance.

When the shaman wrestles with divinity,

the construct of destiny realises purpose,

greeting the stranger within as an untrusted love.

Each breath now a conscious sacrifice

unknown chaos fumbling and weaving

recognition in its infancy.

Becomingness

of heart rendered senses pouring

earthen invitation to stretch

into and beyond remembering

trusted communal cosmic venture.

When the shaman speaks in rippled riddles,

souls find resonance in answering

mutual truths to shedding collusions.

Each breath now a conscious sacrifice

caressing gratitude to acknowledged avatar

exalting the plasmic tension.

Becomingness

Understanding the enacting impermanence

of dimensional boundaries

teasing the release of a patient storm

greeting shadowed mirrors

shattering into opening vulnerableness.

Shaman

Do your bare feet hold sacred intention,

stirring winds into musical ordered rhythm?

Filling each naked earthen caress

with guidance sewn from spiralling stars.

Shaman

Do you listen to the river of time

as a fashioned vessel to travel composting potentiality?

Releasing rudders of judgement

into just one ocean cradling wisdom.

Shaman

Do you digest cosmic fuel

fulfilling elemental evolution?

Enlightening and illuminating the soul shimmer

of fleeting nothingness.

Shaman

Do you use your crown

to move iced mountains?

Inspiring each core to align selves into viable vessel,

rebirthing a co-creator of blessed breath.

Oh Shaman

You will discover that the path always ends

with a sigh,

no applause,

to completed surrender.

Oh Shaman

You will rest where there is no silence

moving reality

by infinite

molecular stillness.

Oh Shaman

You will touch upon

the sacred wings

of fallen seeds,

and stir their majestic elasticity.

Remember

Shaman

Breathe

Existence resides between the heartbeats of our mutual reality

Remember

Shaman

Breathe

Grace

Re-evolves confused love

through your soul entwined engine

it has been seeking endlessly.

Grace

greeted you at the first step

and infused the architect

with its own conscious sacrificial architecture.

There is no longer

a Shaman

We are a breath of Grace.

Copyright Tzariellah 21/04/2022