The Shaman beats his drum
chanting sweet songs to Ayhuasca
illuminated by a single candle
Not even the moon or star light
penetrates the complete darkness
of the Shaman's ceremony tent.
In the blackness he breathes.
A master of all that is
and isn't.
The gatekeeper of our voyage
beyong physical reality.
A perfect being of nature.
Of the earth,
And for the earth.
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