Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the one God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the sun
God will make for your way
And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul,
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it
While the sand would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus
Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the one God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way
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"I am not Shaman. But perhaps I once was. I am not a healer, a teacher, a poet, an artist, a priest, a medicine man, a guide, a spirit animal, nor profit, warrior nor saint. But perhaps I once was. I would lay down my life in the blink of an eye for you when called to battle great darkness. I would give my blood to enable on more heart beat in your chest, and call the very waters from the deep to quench your thirst while you sing and dance and play under the fractal light I summonsed to your feet. No, indeed I am no-one and nothing but part of you, though I am not in your visions right now. But perhaps I once was…"
