STAR VOYAGER

[Shaman's Journey - from deviantart.com]

[This poem was given to me in a dream. I woke from sleep, seeing the Shaman's face right before my eyes, swiftly writing it down, as the dream and his face slipped away, faster than I could write. Posted for Poetry Jam: Visions]

Time traveling,

winging through the cosmos,

my body

its own spacecraft-

nothing between

my Self

and all the stars,

bathing in their friendly light,

riding the vortex,

upward hurled,

traveling through Forever,

awesome

Sky-world.

Cosmic beings,

giant creatures

green and blue,

beckon me

to join them,

this journey

all the proof

(I always knew)

that we are One,

speaking a language

of the heart

that needs no words,

sharing a universe

where we all belong,

making music

in which we are all notes

of the same song.

Then, as I waken,

eyes open

and for sure

no longer dreaming,

I see

a painted mask,

First Nations warrior,

his face alive,

suspended there

before me.

He looks at me,

behind his painted mask,

Medicine man,

intensely kind and wise,

and, strangely unafraid,

I do not hide

but hold his shaman's glance

beguiling,

as he looks deeply,

deep into my eyes,

and smiling.

[When this waking dream happened to me, I had just collapsed with chronic fatigue but did not yet know what was wrong with me. I found the shaman's face so kind and reassuring, like he was telling me I would be all right. And I was.]