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WEAVER WOVEN by Ingrid Oliphant

Most of what I experience as I walk this way is beyond words...

However, when words are necessary to explain me to another, sometimes the words flow like this. It's rare that I can put pen to paper and create. When I know the words need to flow, though, they do like this. This piece was in response to someone asking what it was like working as a shaman healer with with the invisible, and what it's like to be smashed apart into another state, or way of being. 



Weaver Woven 
by Ingrid Oliphant

Like the waves of the sea
and 
winds from the mountains

The past
and Presence
rise to
meet me.

Grief,
gnowledge,
knowing,
impatience

To be heard
and seen
again through

Clear windows to wisdom,
without glass
ceilings or separations
of space or
generations.

They rise to
meet me
in this auspicious occasion
of remembrance.

In a gentle flow,
a crashing of atoms
so fierce
my breath and body

Give way into the nothing
of their everything.
And together
we rise, we weave.






Ingrid Oliphant: I am a former law enforcement profession who, through a string of 'oh, shit'  and 'bouncing red ball' moments that began ten years ago, became shaman, healer and weaver. To find out more about me, visit my website here.







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