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~ By Courtesy of Others ~

 

Shaman

I wander
Over the nine worlds, I fly,
Painted and marked,
My feet tired,
And still no rest,
My body hungers,
And still no sleep,
Up and down its roots,
I walk sometimes alone,
Through every world roam,
Until the very end!

Cursed and blessed a shaman be,
For nights are filled with dread,
And still I would not give it up
For one silent night in bed

For you see,
What I have learned
Is something that few will see,
A world within a world,
A true and real place,

Gods alive,
Beings awake,
And upon their tree, I ride,
Yes, I shall not want
A former life of silence,
Now that the great, nine worlds
Are where I spend my night

So let them mark me,
Ridicule me, break me,
Twist me, turn me,
Thrust me into fire,
Plunge me into sea,
Teach me,
Love me,
Burn me,
Shape me!

I will not be deterred,
For in the end,
It is ultimately
The gods
That I serve!

© Larisa C Hunter aka Mist, Gyđja of Kenaz Kindred

Author of "FULLTRÚI : Patrons in Ásatrú"


This work by Larisa C Hunter is licensed under a
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