Poem: Wisdom Walk

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
In whispering woods where shadows flow,
A shaman walks, with silent tread,
Through realms where spirits roam widespread.

In the heart of the ancient wood,
Where secrets lie, misunderstood,
The shaman delves with an open mind,
In search of truths that hide behind.

Through realms of dream and mystic sight,
Guided by the stars at night,
The shaman journeys, brave and bold,
In quest of wisdom, yet untold.

He calls upon the spirits old,
Whose tales through time have been retold,
They weave their magic in the air,
And answer to his heartfelt prayer.

With every step, he feels the earth,
A living being, giving birth,
To visions wild and dreams profound,
In sacred circles, he is bound.

He dances with the spirits high,
Beneath the vast and endless sky,
And in their dance, he finds his way,
To realms where night and day hold sway.

Through valleys deep and mountains tall,
He hears the ancient spirits call,
To join them in their timeless song,
And learn the secrets of the throng.

And when the dawn begins to break,
He carries with him what he’ll take,
A heart made strong, a soul made wise,
By the shamanic journey’s guise.

So let us walk with open eyes,
Beneath the ever-changing skies,
And heed the call of spirits old,
In shaman’s journey, brave and bold.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marie