inside looking out
Tribal winds blow flutes calming melody
Drumbeats surround and penetrate the soul
Ancient One wanders beckoning me forward
Drifting on the horizon a distant illusion
I reach out in vain urgent need to understand
Meaning of his message always in disguise
Carry me away from here take me far away
I beg of thee please release me from this pain
Release you seek at these hands of mine
Reflection mirrored when you explore inside
Unbound the soul of constricting ties
Only then can you truly seek and find
There is no pain of which you speak
Understand this and no more need will there be –
“There is no pain of which you speak”
Then how can it be there?
Jill I have returned to this many times over, here I am again, this touches me deep inside.
Reminds me of the teachings of the Hopi in my early childhood.
Have you studied with the Indian Spirits?
Adam