We resume our series of translations of the Lemurian records known as The Way of the Windhorses. See our previous post here. Or use the “Windhorse tag” to find all the related posts.
The Shaman knows that the fullness of tones
Can shatter the mirrors’ captivity
But like the river he flows
No longer needing to oppose, and dances in and out of the mirrors with alacrity
“Come,” he says “don’t you know its but a game of joviality”?
In refusing to strengthen the mirrors’ reality
With the wind they disappear
The Shaman becomes a master and lives where all is clear
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