shaman are my ancestors
severe storm clouds
opulent winds
I find peace
because I do not deceive
I believe
I believe
the whole
the existence
the beauty of life
I become one with the world
while
I find myself
I am a small source
together vast ocean we are
the former
and the coming
the silence
and the storm
love
sometimes there is also
in something
which you can not see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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