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The Man Wolf plays his flute
Listen if you dare
As the music touches you
In the Spirit that you share
The flute bleeds his music
In this you feel no fear
For it is not the man alone
It is his Spirit that you hear
As if in a dream of reconciliation
Into his sound you are falling
His divination of music pure
Is the Ancestral Spirits calling
The melody spills Indian blood
From the very start
Trickles a path to your soul
In meditation of the heart
Man Wolf carries your essence
Into the Shadow land
Leads you gently in your walk
Takes you by the hand
In the dream of music pure
Man wolf tells you of his pain
In the gentle melancholy
He is practiced in this domain
Your being is caressed in peace
Music magic as you listen
Pain and sorrow is left behind
as he feeds your apparition
In Creator you thank Man Wolf
For the inside journey into peace
Praying he knows inside that he
has gifted your Spirit sweet release. By Tracie
Copyright ndnblood poet, 2001 |
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