Born a Shaman

I was born a shaman, my gifts buried inside. "Healing is natural," I'm told, "heal thyself! Don't hide!"

The scars on my heart run deep through my soul. To be healed by my own song, a promise, forever whole.

It gently beckons, that first sweet tone. Beginning with a loving whisper: "You are not alone."

In the end, will it be a symphony or a solitary flute? My song soars ever louder, A melody once mute.

The scars fade as The heart-song grows. Emerging, evolving, from deep within, A song the shaman knows.

~ Kate Lightwalker september 2000