Morning Meds; 4 21 22
Bump, bump, bump, bump
I hear an ancient drum
my soul stills to listen.
I hear the shaman
her shrill cry singing
songs of long ago.
Lifetimes ago,
yet her energy remains,
reborn to remind me
of a simpler time
when nature and I were one.
Her voice then, was mine.
I sang my songs,
the drums still echo within.
Bump, bump, bump, bump.
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Author: Kevin Burleson
My wife Cheryl and I live in St. Joseph, Missouri. She is retired and watches three of our 12 grandchildren and 1 greatgrandchild. I work as a maintenance man at Highland Community College in Highland, Kansas.
I have a BA in Art with an emphasis in ceramics.
I am a second degree Reiki practitioner and BQH (Beyond Quantum Healing) practitioner.
I started writing spiritual related posts in 2018 and started sharing them on a few different Facebook sites.
This site is to consolidate and re-share them.
It is also to share short stories based on images seen while in meditation.
My hopes are that it will inspire others to use the powerful tool of visualisation to enhance their spiritual journey.
Thank you.
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