The Request of a Shaman to Earth. (poem)

willsaldeno (68)in #poetry • 4 years ago

Melona, goddess of the land that you use as messengers the bees, today I ask you not for me, but for a friend who sends that message of positive energy to other lands where he is, as is the custom of the shaman, I ask you for the force of your power to heal his body, Melona, mother earth you rotate in your axis of love, transmits all your magical essence to heal this being of light, who deserves it for being a being of dawn light.

Melona, goddess of nature, by the power of the 4 winds that sing in this world, by the light of the gold that shines within the madmen that we are not of this world, if not of the 7, let the energy that passes through your sphere carries the gold that floats inside its body and thus its health is like that of the bull, the pug that roars in the savannah full of your energy that comes from the second world, balance.

Melona, you who are able to speak with the great masters who travel the seventh world, go and tell them that we need their touch on the chest of this being of light, that the voice speaks, and then sing of joy so that the roots of the Trees vibrate leaving their balance in harmony and thus reach the age of Matuzalen or that of Piquito's Bread, those through which the blood ran through your energy and the gold did not allow its blood to oxidize.

Mother Earth, today I will give you food so that you stay alienated and this will help you to walk the fruits of your womb, and thus be a wind that changes the air and leaves the sky clear so that a radiant sky shines. Mother Melona, for the power that was conferred by the older shamans on your son, Siete mundos, congo cheche, nisquisi malongo, I ask you, to sing the breeze, that the birds fly and that food abounds in the world, and grant what your humble fool asks of you.

As is the custom of this land, I ask nature to heal the friend.

Hello earthlings. I made this poem that the voice has dictated to me, according to what I understand, that is the song that a shaman should give when he prays to his mother in that trance where he asks for the health of a friend. The voice is the shaman who flies in the wind to bring health and I am just the madman who writes, trying to make them understand what the voice dictates to me.

Camera: Panasonic lumix DMC-FZ50.

Lent: Leica 1: 2.8-3.7 / 7.4-88.8.

Location: Villa de Cura.

Original photographs of willsaldeno, I do not edit the photos, because I like to put only what I achieve with the camera and not something improved with an editor.