To those times
When I roam free
Where the water meets the fire
Reflecting its shimmering light
Sparkling with gold on my copper skin,
Washing off the distant screams
Of soulless creatures who once called me home.
Dissolving their dark shadows who once fed in my temple,
Closing the doors in between my legs to all uninvited,
Filling my heart with an abundant joy.
Feeling so alive I grow wings and fly,
Feeling at home I grow fins and dive,
Following the path of red and purple light,
I dive deeper trusting the last rays of sunshine,
To help me find the paradise that I once knew,
That once was,
Where the fire met the water,
Where the skies fell in love with the Earth,
Merging passionately in ecstasy
Creating life in the storms of light
Red and purple
Radiant gold in the depth of darkness
I know the way in the depth of waters
I know the way in the burning fire
Of the last
I often get asked if shamanic tracking is about magic, and how one can find magic. My answer is always very simple: magic is in life’s simplest moments. Go watch the sunset. But don’t just observe it, step into it. Bathe in it! Let its colors paint you on the inside, invite the feelings to overcome you, submerge yourself in the depth of the experience. Live it! And stay with it. In your head and in your heart. And feel it, in your body.
Then come back and paint us a magic picture of what you will have found.
For more magic, check out this stunning post on my favorite photo blog China Sojourns Photography: