Bright golden light moves
hidden behind instants gone
beyond words and sense.
(I am writing a haiku for every person who donates to preserve the Medicine Wheel at Xicoco Shamanic Arts)
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Salvadoran in exile. I am a writer, poet, story teller, performer, and hablador. I am a Toltec survivor. Check out my author page: amazon.com/author/koyote
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