The shaman has a different burden
He takes himself apart
To see the motions of the mind
To see what has been left behind
To see who might be in a bind
To see what guidance he can find
To see the farthest and the nearest
To be the clearest purest mirror
Of this life which he too lives
In this world which never ceases
Spinning, humming
While his drumming
Marks the beat
Of the pace
Of the race
With defeat
Bjorn Merker, 1992 |