So your animal
spirit guide
is a panther? A bison? A bear?
Mighty powers, my friend!
How often, on a Winter morning,
do they come to your window?
I prefer the wisdom of little creatures.
My totem is a hummingbird.
Her wings instruct me to discover
the highest vibration in stillness.
Her delicate bill invites me
to sip and get tipsy
on the amrit in my chest.
Once I believed in my thoughts.
I could not escape from the kingdom of fear.
Then this tiny turquoise thing of air
shattered the ampule of my wound fragrance.
Somewhere in these petals of fire
there is nectar for the one
who is not afraid of drowning.
She taught me to perish with every breath,
and live in eternity.
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