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The Spirit Door

I enter with reverence the forest deep.  
A long ago place, my ancestor's keep.
Breathing comes quickly as my heart pounds,
Mind spins, feet no longer feel the ground.

I am in the forest, the forest is in me.
There are no limits; my body is set free.

My eyes meld with the forest floor.
I have walked through the spirit door.
Flower petal soft is my new skin.
Mushrooms sprouting, new life to begin.

My nose and mouth now a sponge of flavor,
Filled with forest smells and tastes to savor.
The spirit breath blows gentle though the trees,
Cool, dry, warm, humid, caressing me.

Was invisible, melting with all around.
My mind starts to spin, my feet now touch the ground.
My body will remember the forest deep,
And this long ago place, my ancestor's keep.

I am in the forest, the forest is in me.
I am First People, First Nation, my ancestry.

Cecelia
Inspired by Michele Andree Lemieux
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