Bark of the shaman

Benieth the shade of the mimosa tree I relaxed from my yogi poise as a wolf tone whistled through my exhalation.

Rent and torn, pinched and taught, this strange angled corner of sky has drawn my attention with its creased angry folds of fierce wind.

A focal point of trembling light dissolves the dimensions from my paper thin body. A neon frame has squared the hands that I once knew as mine. My breath of feathered blades spin with entropic determination and disperse this bio vessel into nano particulates that fizzle and absorb into the expansion of unfamiliarity.

Outside of the egg a sunflower turns from the sun to scream at me. But my apologies go interrupted by the quick applause of galactic elves showering my embryonic bath with florescent artifacts of unknown origin. Offering gifts at super velocities and enwrapping me in a whirl pool of pure love.

while the whole of creature-hoods cheered my heart back into vibration. Bringing the realization that I had become a pin point of expression so loved by the creator and all that shares this creation that the black charred earth outside the shell forgot my name. As I hatched from my Temporal nonexistance I emerged as the new man into a primitive populace of strange inhabitants. The carrion crow and the fleet of black multi carrier death cargo began to pull away. As a mother and child spied my strange behavior from afar I laughed jumping in and out of the thin broken shell of my former self singing, "oh death where is your sting."