I Am Listening To This Song Right Now
Not even the air moves. Hot. Still. Waiting. Horizon stretching infinite.
In the distance a spark blooms into flame and the sudden light exposes the figures gathered in the circle, faces lifted in supplication. Crouched, I'm drawn forward. Uninvited, yet drawn to the power rising in the midst of the circle. The shaman rises, sways, arms and hands weaving the repeated stories of generations. Darkness and light, weakness and power. He moves about the circle gathering the very souls of those arrayed around him. I creep to the edge of their circle, an outsider, drawn by the raw power, cursing my lack of courage.
Pretender. I'm an allowed witness, but never full participant. I lack the courage. Courage to live, courage to die. The shaman beckons, but I can only follow at a distance.
[media=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtGxRQJALto]
In the distance a spark blooms into flame and the sudden light exposes the figures gathered in the circle, faces lifted in supplication. Crouched, I'm drawn forward. Uninvited, yet drawn to the power rising in the midst of the circle. The shaman rises, sways, arms and hands weaving the repeated stories of generations. Darkness and light, weakness and power. He moves about the circle gathering the very souls of those arrayed around him. I creep to the edge of their circle, an outsider, drawn by the raw power, cursing my lack of courage.
Pretender. I'm an allowed witness, but never full participant. I lack the courage. Courage to live, courage to die. The shaman beckons, but I can only follow at a distance.
[media=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtGxRQJALto]
61-69, M
