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(Artwork by Jean-Luc Pierite)
The spirits beckon
The young woman was lured to the place of the ancients. There she inscribed the message that led her to where she is now. Where she is now is not a place in time but somewhere in between with spirits abound. The spirits linger. The spirits are not at rest. The spirits speak. Listen!
Healing
It is the day after. Her feet still walk to beat of the drum. She hears the songs. She hears the voice cry out. She hears the flute. Her feet still walk to the beat of the drum. She hears the songs. She hears the voice cry out She hears the flute like the wind and the flight of the bird across the land like the flight of her spirit and her spirit that yearns to return.
The Spirits at Work
The spirits know not distance in time and space. The spirits have been at work for all time. The spirits abound in our sleeping and waking and our tears and our laughter. The spirits lure us to places. We are the instruments of the spirits. Whatever the spirits did not fulfill while in the flesh on earth they choose us and give us direction to complete their task. We who are fearless feel the spirits that abound. We understand and accept their message. We ask for guidance and follow sometimes almost unknowingly. If you do not understand, I will tell you now. You ask �who are the spirits? Why, they are the ancestors �mine and yours- who are not forgotten, cannot be forgotten and will not be forgotten, That is why we must sing as they sing. We call them near us. |
