This poem was inspired by a work called The Shaman by a fantastic graphite artist that I’ve recently discovered called Darrel Bevan. He very kindly gave me permission to use the image on my blog, so here we go.
For he is the heart of us all.
The Knowing ridges his speaking into fate;
The fate that he observes and we deserve.
Watches our hidden self seeping through our skins,
He sees the true face of us all,
Everything in his glance demands an answer….
But what is the question?
It is we that must find it,
And ask it,
And face it….
And in the questioning we elevate ourselves,
To dare to meet his gaze;
To do more than just wish….
To be worthy.
To stand, proud and trembling,
In the face of all our knowledge,
And seek his notice,
All our fathers and grandfathers and great-grandfathers.
All our mother and sisters,
Our ghosts and our angels,
Our devils and spirits converge in him.
Think on what you say…..stranger,
Think on how you stay,
He is our Shaman…….