THIS WOMAN IS SHAMAN
.
Night is strong like hands playing the harp.
Where a subtle voice breathes genuinely,
Into an unknown wonder; then creates a sharp
Silver blade to carve clay into raw beauty.
.
Oh! Shaman alleviates lavender darkness,
For she smiles; appreciates the hues of a pink
candle's flame.
Courage opens her eyes like when sharks bless...
Mother Ocean depths for simplicity and world fame.
.
This shaman greets soul with cynical empathy and ease,
For she is cautious of any master-like manipulation;
Then from life's moments, she cannot believe...
How respect takes time to acknowledge the female
"perception."
Though this woman is a shaman who will always dream.
.
Shaman wanders helplessly,
But finds hope near an auburn Redwood tree.
Intense red anger drives herself, but with a patient
blue sense to be Free,
And enhancing heartfelt moments of damn good glory.
.
No green ocean can obliterate her amazing mind.
Nor anyone hold her, literally, down.
For this woman is shaman; laughs and grieves through
time,
And Will does pollinate a seed for growth, respect;
the Queen's crown.
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To hear a musical version of This Woman is Shaman by Her Blood Aura Smiles, click on the above image.

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