Heal my soul today.
Let me live in present.
Heal me with the perfume of palo santo
The creepers of pain has gripped my heart.
My shaman calls the eagle for help.
He sweeps down the mountain, undoing the knots of sadness, I had been knitting in silence.
His claws tear into my ego
His beak rips open my sheltered fear.
My body shakes, the burden of sorrow is being unloaded.
I try to grip onto the last bit of my pride.
The calm eyes of the eagle stares
as He speaks
Let go the freedom is yours.
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