Shaman




Shaman

Every creature that has ever lived
Or lives now, came into being from Love.
Love saw death and ate him.
She fed from his bones in the darkness
And from his corpse, birthed Life.
Death sees Love and lays down his life for her-
Time and time again, for the promise of new Life.
He sees her as light in his darkened world.
She is his eternal Bride who he seeks to claim.

Love can get confused sometimes
And forget why she lives
She may think that she is Death
But Death merely happens in this world.
Life is a choice.
Life is always a choice.
Love can even forget this and hate herself for Living
She wonders why parts of herself die,
But that is just merely Death roaming around in her delightful hall.
She forgets that she is Eternal and she weeps
Yet he loves her all the same and never stops seeking her.
She may wail and gnash at his embrace when she is in Life
But he only came because she was Love.
He always hunts for her and in the end, she yields to him.

The path of the Shaman is madness
Because one must choose to Love all that is
While living. He begins to remember that
Shaman is both Life and Death dancing together.
Early on, the Shaman fights deaths around him.
Then later the Shaman fights death within him.
But all this is because the Shaman opens to Love
And Death always follows after Love who brings new Life.

To remember Love while in Life is the greatest vulnerability
For one must face Death in order to unveil Love.
Each act of bravery is an act of greater Love.
Each act of facing death is an act of unveiling one’s Love.
And Life becomes filled with Love
So Death inevitably follows.

The Shaman knows he is both Love and Death inside
Dancing a dance of his eventual demise
Which spindles outwards in his choice and deeds.
Each internal death unveils his capacity to remember Love
His wounding, a reminder to all around him of her Light.

The Shaman knows that the greatest of all Lives
Are ones filled with Boundless Love
And consequently, creating that, means choosing to face Death
Time and Time again, while he comes to claim his Bride.
Knowing that all Life is born from Love
And to Love he will eventually return.
- Christina Marvel

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