one foot here

in a brittle reality

one foot in another world

the fluid lapping place

where spirits roam


one hand for the making of bread

the other weaving through the ether

grasping for truth

feeling things not meant to be felt

by mortal hands


let your hair down

singer of spirits

call them to you

shed your clothes

and dance


stamp your feet

on the earth mothers breast

let her feel

your need to be free


shaman girl

mystic woman

speaker dancer soother

the place between two worlds

is your home



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