The Nature of Chaos

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The Nature of Chaos









You are not aware of the size of the storm,

Nature takes cover, birdsong ends,

Its all so quiet, all so still ,

You sleep, trancelike gentle waves creep in.


You are not prepared for the force of the storm

All senses heightened for the blow,

Blood rising through roots and through veins ,

Heart of soul expanding , contracting.


You are not here to stop the wrath of the storm,

Surrender to the source of flow,

Be of earth, fire, water and air,

Be of all things , of no thing , of dust.


You are here to witness the eye of the storm,

Dismembered , remembered you sing,

The relative velocity,

In the eye of who began it all.



09:06 :2020 White Raven a shamanic journey into  middle world unrest.

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