Dreams of a Shaman

Shadow of a Shaman mind:




He sat on the mountain side, crying, oh such a ruckus he made. Approaching his, I ask, oh

brother why do you cry so? You cry as if you have lost all in this world!

My hail to him went un answer, as if I was still to far off for him to hear me, or was my voice

suppress by him crying? I did not know. Closer I came so that I might see, and see I did.

By the cut of his clothes, he was of a wealthy family, for his things were made of the finest

fabric, he sat up on a leather cover cushion. For the sound of sorrow, I had such a strong feeling

for this young man, and yet in my mind I was feeling that there was more here then just sorrow.

He spoke with such truth these words " Impoverish by the limits of the mind, I strived forward,

weighted down by body, I run this race call life, and like so many before me I also run blind."

He stop crying to talk to me, oh what words from one so young.

I have found these fact to be self evidence " try hard to live and yet harder not to die , and why

you do, all ways the un answer why? But than again that the way life goes, so I am told.

Sorrow and pain may fill this cup, over filled but never enough, and that the way life goes, so I

am told. The un fill wants of life are but shallow shadows, shade cast upon my mind, to make

a chaotic scene of my soul. Oh what a pitied that shame would wear the dress of pride, and with

delusion, Sin a horse call life, would ride.

I set here and now understand that for long I have been impoverish, like so many others.

But Now I find that I am no longer ignorance of the law of life, but in my own idiosyncrasy and



slough, I walk to death's door.

I look only for what could I do, for all my compassion what can i say,? And in my mind, only a

man, only a man, I stood only to look and He, only cried the more.