The Primordial Shaman

       An Ode to You, My Sweet Kin; My Ancestors of Whole The wet streams leak. Subtle ignition.  To streaming but sitting.    They are the tears for you I weep... Those who for so long....   I had denied.  The underpin...   Of every toe wiggled.. Every dream kept and buried, and stowed away.   Every tear...alive with memory...   and stored here.  I hadn't known.  What I was.    I just knew it hurt so much       To be it.  So I denied you, my kin...   My blood before me... I denied you...   Because I was afraid. And I was small.  But I see now...   There is no denying the breath swept through it all...    In the heartbeats that gave birth That dragged themselves through hell     So that here,  I could sink, or kneel, or stand.  Instead I pray. I do.   ...

    Spirit  Has immobilized me,  Like anchored chains by ether...   Unmoved and draped in the cellular weight  Of a billion lifetimes,    and even still...  The dense capacity of this one,  Seeping and leaking in my bones.  Asked to behold visions and knowledge...   Asked to do it almost alone.  Asked to contain all that is birthing in me...   Now, as we speak... Tears shedding the known and old,    A cathartic release    For the ancestors hovering Prophecy is finally here. And She Speaks.     It is no easy sense  Being the gestation in human soul...   Every toil reaped.  Not easy to be loved in silent inhabitation     Like He does with me.  To be loved at a distance,    While asked to solely hold up  Monarchies and Kingdoms.    Realms of course,  Not of this one....