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Into the fire

The feeling when I smudge is of coming back to myself.

The smoke, rises.

It carries away my pain.

Takes it back from me.

It was not mine to begin with.

As I swipe it over my body, it washes me clean again.

It restores me to my natural state. A state of well being.

It purifies my spirit so I can leave behind the heaviness that tries to hang on me.

It returns me to myself.

Under it's spell, I become "ME" again.




Enveloped in it's white swirls, I merge and am one with god and all of creation.

My illusion of separateness dissipates with the smoke.

I am reminded again of who I am and who I am not.

All my relations.

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