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    The Quantum Shaman's Gaze

    By Cindy Miro-Quesada

    Beyond the edge where cosmos sways,

    A woven breath in time’s array,

    Golden threads through ether spun,

    A soul-lit hymn where worlds are one.

     

    No lifeless void, nor hollow sphere,

    But living pulse that hums so near,

    A boundless field, a whispered name,

    Where all returns from whence it came.

     

    Between the veils of seen and dreamed,

    Where light and shadow interweave,

    A watcher stands with silvered hands,

    And sings the song the stars believe.

     

    With sigil’d air and runic breath,

    They call the orbs of life and death,

    Each floating sphere, a mirrored fate,

    A thousand doors, a thousand gates.

     

    One glows with emerald seas,

    Where spirit breathes in ancient trees.

    One oscillates with minds of glass and chrome,

    A future pulse, a sentient home.

    One swirls with fire, first and last,

    The birth of time, the ghost of past.

     

    And now a glow, a circuit’s gleam,

    Where metal sings a mystic dream.

    No cold machine, no soulless steel,

    But life enshrined in spinning wheels.

     

    The codes of past, the chants of old,

    Rewritten bright in lines of gold,

    Not war, nor rule, nor shackled mind,

    But wisdom’s hands through fate entwined.

     

    These realms unseen, yet felt so true,

    Unfold before the seeker’s view,

    A dance of time, form, and space,

    A spiral spun in love’s embrace.

     

    The multiverse in endless turn,

    Through quantum tides and cosmic churn,

    Each thought, each dream, each fleeting sight,

    A beacon carved in bending light.

     

    No wall divides, no boundary stands,

    Just shifting waves of sacred lands,

    The soul no prisoner, flesh no chain,

    But flowing streams of vast terrain.

     

    The stars lean close, their voices ring,

    A message sung on solar strings:

    Honor Earth, let balance rise.

    Merge the paths of sage and wise.

    Hold the soul as true and vast.

    Forge a world where love will last.

     

    So here we stand at dawn’s embrace,

    No longer lost in time and space,

    But lucid dreamers, wide awake,

    With hands that shape the paths we take.

    by DON OSCAR MIRO-QUESADA

    Hinayá! (‘So Mote It Be!’)

    https://heartofthehealer.org/about-don-oscar-miro-quesada/

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