SPIRIT WALKER ©
by Shannogh
These ancient paths of mists between the realms,
Walked once by our ancestors,
Who had sight beyond the sight of their kin,
The one's who were once called,
For the gift to be given,
Those who came before us,
Who dared to see beyond the dreams of man,
They who learnt to weave the fabric of life,
And the essence of all living things,
I walk your pathways now,
I see the footsteps of giants who walked before me,
I seek now to find that which was once forgotten,
And the Gods of old will guide me,
O grant me the knowledge to hear that which is spoken,
And the wisdom to use it for the benefit of others.
The name Shannogh is my shamanic name so in fitting in with the theme of the poem it's the right one to use.Basically, I'm an English guy who's been living in Transylvania for nearly five years now studying the local traditions, superstitions, customs and "magic. I'm in the process of setting up ten yurts on my land for eco-tourism and shamanic practices as I live in the mountains in an isolated place on the edge of a forest along with the local brown bears and wolves. It's in the Hungarian speaking part of Transylvania and my house is called Lelek utaztato (translated it's "spirit walker"). Contact Shannogh at: shannogh@yahoo.com.
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