Cloak of Transformation

A dancing shamanic red witch evokes the power within her cloak of transformation, equivocating the base nature of things to reveal a greater understanding.  All aspects become suspect in the whirling: arriving or leaving, male or female, matter or energy, human or spirit or animal.

Red Shaman

Skin, peeled away like melting wax,

reveals red raw truth.
We are of the bleeding and the bone.
We are of drumming
in the holy land of drumming.
When all thought is peeled away,
still this red drum beats.