The Shaman’s Path

In the smoke-kissed dawn the walker treads,

Bones of the earth humming beneath each step—AHO

Spirits of wind and rail converge in whispered song,

Guiding him beyond the grasp of shadowed cages—AHO

Feathers drift on morning mist,

Eagle’s eye opening the sky’s wide door—AHO

No gavel’s echo holds him now,

Only heartbeat drums and cedar’s breath—AHO

Wooden ties become spirit bridges,

Coursing with ancestors’ quiet blessings—AHO

He gathers the ashes of judgment,

Scattering them on the wind of renewal—AHO

At the horizon’s edge the sun arises,

Painted in red ochre promise—AHO

Freed from iron and silence, he walks

Into the vast circle of all that is—AHO