He walks as he chants, feeling the grass beneath his feet

Smiling inwardly, he knows who he came here to meet

Sacred sounds reverberate, into air and within the ground

Soon it happens, by him they swoop, begin to fly around

Warmer weather is here, swallows confirming this

As by fractions of a centimetre our shaman they miss

Feeling his energy, chanting he continues, projecting lo...

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Days of Old

I remember the days of old,
when I crossed the fields alone.
When I ran the forests;
when I ran the trails,
in those days of youth,
in those days of sun.

I remember the color of life.
Everything seemed different.
There was a brightness to the light;
a shine, to everything.

I remember hopping those fences.
Going to those hidden places,
to see what I could see.
Those ...

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A vision of another time

Feeling the landscape

Reaching into the past

Mineral rich

Quarry his location

Seeking

Seeking to communicate

Follow his intuition

Off the well walked track

Reading the ground

With closed eyes, he sees

And walks with purpose

Yes, it is just as he saw

Yes!

Hidden under long grass

This hollowed out depression

He drops to th...

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