Held

In these profound medicine journeys

You have to reach for what sustains you

What surrounds you and holds you

When fear is knocking in your heart.

What is my constant- my safety?

One thing I know is that…

Our travails are not without meaning

The soul has called for a vision

Praying without water on a high hill

We see through the veil

And feel the power in the invisible realm

The power of our love.

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