Your Spirits Call Poem by Daniel Richards

I don’t belong to kings or queens,
Im a people from a realm of singing dreams,
My world is my oyster and in
My palms are our seas,

Picturesque and surreal landscape’s are carved,
Below the eternal rainbows we have cast,
Arcing its way across our rolling hills,
Splendour and tranquillity bring peace of mind and will.

The fish, the deer, the guinea fowl,
Are small examples of the abundance which can be found, with in the realm of rolling hills,
We never fight, or force others bound.

This place, this dream, the pure untainted serenity,
Can be accessed and granted, by those of true heart,
And this is a cleansing process of purifying plants,
San pedro, peyote; infuse mystic powers to a boiling tea,
And now wearing our fire, are the Cannabis leafs,
Causing us a gentle release, for a
Calm reflection upon a dream, no need for your eyes,
As your mind itself can see,
With it, and with an ease, you travel,
Out and beyond the reaches of a forced reality.

A way ahead will be found for you, as this is all pre planned,
For all and one of us that tread these lands,
But as a race we lost our way, so long ago.
Before your moon even came your way,
Our stars had told, of stories tall, abundant in knowledge,
With keys for all, to unlock within you
Your spirits call,

Many lives have come and passed,
And inside you have memories of many times,
For across your existence, you have been reborn in multiple lives
Where these memories lay, are within a sacred place,
One where forever your spirit resides,

This knowledge and emotions are so seldom felt,
Unless you take a walk to our sacred realm