The cry is an obsidian blade
That pierces this reality.
It cuts open a window
Into the dream time. My suffering is unavoidable;
I must release the pain of separation--
of speaking instead of singing.
I must release the pain of limitation.
I must release even my self.
I cry, and the Creator pities me. I have shed my human form;
I have entered the Bear Robe.
I look at you but cannot see you
Unless you have prayed yourself into existence. #poem #shaman