Oneness
The drumbeat sounds.The notes of the flute float upward.
The breath of the Shaman goes out to do it's magic.
The young brave sits peacefully upon the rock,
With the sound of creek rushing below.
Suddenly...I am the brave playing the notes.
I am the notes issuing forth from the flute.
I am the water rushing over stones.
I am the butterfly loose on the wind.
I float as a cloud.
I rise as the smoke above the fire...
Before becoming the lone brave once more
And continuing my song.
Continuing....
Continuing...
I Continue.
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