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GjenopprettetMedlem
The iron fence
melted
by the force from my own hands

The path to the fire
was free
and the steps into it without fear

Burning, burning
to only ashes left
a beam of light rose

A journey in light
left me by the mountain
where silence ruled

Four elder
together held
a pipe for holy smoke

Honoured to receive
while the spirits sang
I took my heart out and held it in my hands

A Snowleopard
came and took my heart
and carried it carefully within his mouth

He dogged a hole in Mother Earth
and gently put in my heart
As a guardian he laid down beside

A small tree grew up
with beautiful white flowers
who stretched to the sky

Tears of love
filled my face
and I walked away in peace
GjenopprettetMedlem
Two-Moons Smiles in your company of pipe-smoking elders,and your medicine-workings!
Pleased by the spirit of your speach,he now dances
among horses and rattling snakes.
:respect:
:wub:
GjenopprettetMedlem
Noe så vakkert Wolf!
Anonymous
Sterke saker, og så vakkert!

:wub:
Anonymous
Kjære deg, Wolf! (svelg...) Så vakkert!  :wub:  :respect:
Anonymous
:wub:
Anonymous
:innocent2: Har inga ord...
GjenopprettetMedlem
:eusa_clap: :eusa_clap: :eusa_clap: :respect:

Sterkt!  :wub:
Anonymous
This is wonderful!!!
Takk Wolf for lyset av diktet ditt  :respect: og for at du deler det  :wub:
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:respect:
Anonymous
From Ürgyen Nam Chuk a Bön Ngagpa:
"In the flames, the reformed consciousness of the subject finds its journey to a more fruitful life than the one it has just left."

Have a safe journey on your future path.