Only when my lover utters sweet longings in ecstasy
then is the truth told.
Oh my love
my she who makes the shaman love
oh my love
my mystical priestess love
oh my love
oh my love
oh my love
oh my love
up the sacred river my love
you paddle
I read to you
the story of she who makes the shaman
it is the oldest story
older than the river herself
"She brings him up inside her body
into worship and love
and inside his ecstasy
he relaxed
All the stars
that are seeds of everything
are born for her.
she flies into a spiral
up into the sky.
They become one."
The ancient story
swirls around us
dense dark spinning
we paddle up into the virgin spring
the youngest one
her emerald pool aglow
red flowers turquoise flashes of light
our offering white as stars
the deer skull offering we left
is now taken by her
I dive down and pick it up
and put it in her hair again
and you sing to her
"oh virgin spring
the place of the spirit lovers
you make the Shaman
it is you who let him flow from your body
it is you who create the universe"
and we make an offering
of one page of she who makes the shaman
and we kiss in the waters
and as in ancient times
they swirl us upwards
and make us one
we merge in a whirling spinning vortex of water
and our bodies open and join in light and darkness
and bubbles come out of our joining
and she is happy once more
she sings
"it has been many moons
since spirit lovers has left an offering
and kissed in my waters
I rejoice"
we paddle down river
floating on her love
and make love for hours
within her waters
and in my ecstasy
I see the animals flowing from her vagina
the peoples coming from her embracing
making love as they emerge
the light itself born as bubbles
and she giggles
and sings to me
"yes it is me my love
who gives birth to all forms
and you can only see that
inside of me
in your lovemaking
you only can see that
after you swim up into me
and leave me your offerings
oh my spirit lovers
you do.