yes yes i am this joy has been a journey as i whirl and the spirit snake is visible on my shoulder to martha, keeping the rhythm i spin faster and faster she tells me later i was glowing yes yes i was gold and white light spun inside me until i became it and briefly this world fell away i dance in midair with the snake, good medicine, and this is Kilajalo, Ecuador on a stone floor the drums beating right out of my compadres’ hearts and our eyes our beautiful eyes are touching, laughing our feet laugh every single foot is laughing our hair laughs |
and its echoes look like sunsets being painted until words are meaningless there is one heart we spill out to chant blessings to the night we all stand under the laughing stars |
| To shamanic Journey of Oneness |
