Shaman's Trance

I'm floating; neither here nor there:
through sedated space,
upon the vastness,
then upon more vastness...
with only the promise of more darkness.
Dream...it's yours...everything.
Who... are you?
Everywhere...It's yours.
Who are you!?
Dream... it's yours...everything:
when you see your blindness
you will awaken
with your eyes open in the darkness.
What...are you?
Silence!
You're amongst the shadows!
Embrace stillness.
Relinquish...awkwardness in tune and tone
to a state of finesse.
 May your strongest perish-
 so your weakest can flourish.
 If ever you lose your footing:
swap space,
   retrace,
             and follow
                                                   the soundless humming grace.