Sedona Sojourn Poem by one who waits
Sedona Sojourn
Whether it was the pull of the full moon
Or my racing heart beat as I scale the rocky climb
The tingling sensation I felt may or may not have been the vortex
Sure there were hallucinations,
but those have now become daily occurrences.
The orbs
The orbs
Daylight vibrations and waves of sound
The landscape wasn’t melting
It’s not the medicine that heals
It’s the energy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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