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Totemic Dream The pines

Totemic Dream The pines assemble at the water’s edge like ancient Amazons; they guard the haunts and hollows of the dispossessed. Their shadows pulse with plaintive echoes of the grieving owl. Beneath the Shaman’s savage mask the bear negotiates deceptive paths to waive the innocence of fish. Mother Moon illuminates the underworld where snake transcends the curse of Genesis and temperate sea-horse strides the incongruity of glacial depths.

A woman turns to willow in the dark and spins her ragged leaves to yarn then weaves a prayer-rug where she kneels to soothe the restless slumber of the gods.