Shamanic Drum Hop By Coals

Took me by the hair in her growing hand, | Carried me to the top of the rock, and said to me: | Know that everything knows its law, its goal, its route; | That, from the star to the ciron, the immensity can be listened to; | That everything is conscious in creation | And the ear could have its vision, | Because things and being have a great dialogue. | Everything speaks, the air flowing and the alcyon flowing, | The blade of grass, the flower, the germ, the element. | So did you imagine the universe differently.