Hiding here
In
The old mission church
I can feel her
Here
Just barely peeking out
From behind the pew
But she is a little sad -
Not too many folks
Know how to see and
Perceive
Her here
She is happy
To be seen
To be
Perceived
There is that little sparkle
Around the edges
That life
Arising -
That bit of light
Like
Tinkerbell
It's been awhile
Since the Indian shamens
Were tamed
And went away -
But today
We see
That their
Legacy
Lives on
If we but
Look
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