Soft whispers surround me
as I walk from room to room.
No one else is present to hear
those voices speaking silently.
Flashes of memories not mine
enter my conciousness.
Showing things that will
come to pass or ones
that have gone before.
Some asking questions of why
others whispering warnings.
Knowing my physical body is here
yet also seeing myself somewhere else.
In the universe, a tapestry is seen,
souls coming and going
as stars of different hues,
pulsating energies, musical sounds.
In dreams, astral soul travels
to other places past and present.
Ancestors tell of messages
to be given to the living.
Future events have been seen
too tragic to tell for
fear will make souls cringe
in grief of loved ones lost.
In the earth my self lies,
feeling the Mothers heartbeat
as worms, bugs and small animals
travel from place to place
brushing softly against my skin.
Shapeshifting, I walk in jungles
dense vines and trees
listening to the roar of
waterfalls as the river
rushes to meet the rocks.
Scents meet my nostrils
some known others not.
Danger is about
causing my sudden departure.
to home once more.
Silver trophy winner
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