first one must soak the sacrament in spirit,
my grandfather should have told me,
this is how our medicine cactus becomes more eternal,
never ask what the plant can do,
But rather what you must do to respect the plant,
our ancestors have to be proud,
only if we follow their legacy,
do not eat fruit from the artificial tree of knowledge the Roadman said,
that plastic net can only distort our animal,
finding oneself will become that much more difficult,
Remember ritual connects us to our ghosts
- Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 13th, 2016 22:16
- Comment from author about the poem: My church is sacred to my soul
- Category: Spiritual
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