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Musings of an Awakening Spirit

Stories, poetry & general musings of Rebecca Haywood, a modern-day Shaman with a penchant for bringing the divine into the human experience.

Whispering Circles

A forest deer greets the morning sun.

Today her blood will spill; the hunt has begun.

But death or birth, who is to say.

Life's just passing through.

In the wind, she rides once again,

Whispering circles down to you.

From her heart, a Siren's song of truth

That carried the seed that she planted in you.

"Open your eyes", she said, "and gaze through me,

Through me and into you."

For in all these things, a mirror unfolds

Where you just must catch

An angel whispering circles,

Spinning the web of life.

Vulchures flying above

Waiting to take her bones

And from the ashes,

A Phoenix arose.

So you say soft prayers

In the name of God.

Look in the mirror friend,

All that you seek rests within.

For in all these things, a mystery unknown.

But all these things, inside of you they grow.

If you look with the eyes of the soul

You just might catch an angel

Whispering circles.


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