Come my friend
Let us build a fire
Far away from everyone
In the wild somewhere
Somewhere we cannot be found
You can bring it all
Your sorrow, fear and pain
All that pent up anger
All the times you have turned away
And bitten your tongue
All the heartbreak and heartache
The shame and the guilt
Even the hope, the prayers and the blind faith
You can bring it all
And we can burn it
All night long
And watch it all turn to flickering ash
Rising up to the stars
Disappearing into the void
And as dawn arrives
We can sing a sweet song
Of love’s tender freedom
As we make our way
Back to the hubbub of the market place
There may even be
A lightness in our step
And a crafty smile
Upon our lips
They will be curious
And ask why we smell
Of woodsmoke
But I will not share our secret with them.
This is lovely!
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Thank you Kenza ❤
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I love it. Where do I sign up? ✍😏❤💡Beautiful words, almost meditative.
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Lol..This used to happen when I lived in England and spent two years with a Shaman in the wilds of Wales..Much story telling and fire ceremonies, round house and sweat lodge stuff, very deep and otherworldly and very real at the same time. I am thinking of doing this sort of thing when we move to New Mexico…
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I will definitely make the trip. I always go where led ,spiritually and I’ve just signed up for an online Shaman’s course. Not certain what to expect but I certainly have a lot of reading to do.
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Living here in the mountains there are plenty of campfire nights and guitars, singing, and storytelling. It is what keeps us wholsome, and the feet planted firmly on the ground. And our souls intact.
“You can bring it all
And we can burn it
All night long
And watch it all turn to flickering ash
Rising up to the stars
Disappearing into the void”… So very beautiful Kavi.
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…and then there is ‘wholesome”.😉
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Ah, what an inviting poem.
What part of New Mexico are you bound for?
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Santa Fe.
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