Shamans VisionA Poem by Hippya vision of mine in a deep trance
In a trance
The man would sit Traveling through space and time When he reaches his destination He finds himself in the Indian's dance He sits upon the rock Like a shaman in deep thought The Indians dance around him In their ritual of inner sight Then fire roars And in it he sees All the futures majesty He sees love Sees music Happiness Then tragedy After he sees his insights The fire soars And the Indians scream their cries As colored smoke fills the lands And in the smog the vision clears Awakening he finds himself in tears For his loved ones And for years to come © 2010 HippyAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on March 6, 2010 Last Updated on March 7, 2010 AuthorHippyUnderland, INAboutMy names austin lee wallace i am a hippy and thats what they all call me. i love music its the greatest, i play guitar the harp piano flute violin and whatever i can get me hands on. Im not much of a .. more..Writing
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