Knowing One

WriteEditSeek on Jul 17, 2009

This poem describes the inner experience and struggle I had after recently meeting an absolutely amazing shamanic man.

I dreamed of you

As if on cue

Dreamed of how the maps upon your flesh were painted

I said your soul was tainted

Maps of the inward drive, that inward dive

I said were all contrived

Upon your skin the changeless wisdom of the ages

Signs and symbols of the sages

Manifest in dense physicality’s pages

I thought of all your cages

Hypnotic magic of the mind

Tricks and flicks of the kind

I pined

A transformation made through punctured flesh

I just could not mesh

Ceremony, myth, and rite

Where was the sight, the light?

My flesh in stain

I sought for you in pain

I sought for you in vain

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Comments (6)

David Crerand on Jul 17, 2009
If I’m reading this correctly, your encounter with the shaman was unsettling to you. Have you addressed this issue?
david crerand on Jul 17, 2009
what I mean is, you accurately describe the feelingof being unsettled without really defining why your unsettled. Know what I mean?
WriteEditSeek on Jul 17, 2009
Yes, I know what you mean David, and you are correct. Very perceptive. I\’m working out my thoughts about the experience.
Joie Schmidt on Jul 17, 2009
Beautiful work.

Blessings.

Sincerely,

-Liane Schmidt.
Katie Marie on Jul 18, 2009
very well written. As David said, the unsettled feeling comes across very strong.
The Cinders on Jul 29, 2009
I can really feel the sense of remorse in the peice. And I like how you can write and focus so much on one thing.

Hi there!