Shaman's Prayer

Somehow I have been catapulted upward from the damp and dank filth of the gutter, lifted by light, love, desire and inspiration. Something was left or realized the day after I returned from the beautiful, enchanting beaches of the Yucatan. The more I ponder, the more I wonder if that Mayan Shaman’s prayer and the submersion in the sacred waters of a cenote somehow cleansed my soul. Sacrificing the past I have invited the future and in doing so found balance.

Even though, at times, I still feel trapped inside, the rusty bars have been removed and the air is no longer stale. Once again, the gentle wind fills my sails and carries me along currents towards sunlight that is almost blinding. My heart beats pure and I am overcome with joy, long awaited. Finally tasting the salty spray in my eyes brings me to tears as I am delivered to familiar shores.