Scream if you want to go faster.
A poem about my introduction to Shamanism
He warned me,
all those years ago,
when dogma had left me soul-dead,
cracked-tongue thirsting for living waters.
I found them in the morning dew,
the cleansing, healing rain…
The crashing power of the angry sea.
I’d yearned for vibrancy and passion.
Not dusty diatribes
of confusing constriction,
condemning life-force urgings,
as spirit-suffocating sin.
I found myself in silence.
in animated bonfire flames
and visceral, pounding drum beats.
In dawn’s crow choruses
and twilight’s muted shadows.
Archaic language, whistling
through wind-blown trees,
resonated in my locked mind dungeons.
Blessing stale, forgotten chambers
with life giving sustenance.
Resuscitation of my ancient self.
Face-slapped with love,
calling me to remembrance…
He told me
“Scream if you want to go faster”
I don’t think
I have stopped screaming
Fucking brilliant. Nominated. That’s all.
Thank you Nic. This is one of my favs. I have replaced the audio with one that works now.
I listened to the audio file, what a reading, such a nice voice you have also, we Greeks have a phrase “έχει μέταλλο στη φωνή” – “he/she has metal in his/her voice”
I loved how you read the last lines. So glad I listened to it! thanks