The Spirits

The Spirits

A Poem by Gilad Levanon
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Spirits. The word sends shivers down my spine.

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The soft spiritual caress of whispered respect
We sit in a circle of God's finest select
Hands clasped, our heads are bowed
Breath slowed, our arrogance is cowed

We are the guides of this wondrous dance
Still beside one another we sing in trance
We convey the rhythms to those who would hear
And we channel nature's healing to those who do not fear

The wooden floor beneath my palm
Soothes my nerves without slightest qualm
For it represents my mother, the earth
Always there to guide me since before my birth

The medicine courses strong in our veins
And we take the time to set  aside our brains
For in ceremony we work with our hearts
Love is our greatest guide in these nightly arts

The trees whisper encouragement and advice
In their subtle swishing language so concise
They are the knowledge and we are those that speak
That bring their knowledge to those who seek

We are the masters of life
We are those with wisdom rife
We are the teachers of knowledge concealed
We are the spirits of all life revealed

© 2012 Gilad Levanon


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"We are the masters of life

We are those with wisdom rife

We are the teachers of knowledge concealed

We are the spirits of all life revealed"

Well conveyed and written...:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


Well written,

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on January 21, 2012
Last Updated on October 26, 2012
Tags: ayahuasca, spirits, ceremony, earth, nature, God

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Gilad Levanon
Gilad Levanon

South Africa



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