my shamantic journeys

I am theWarrior of a nameless, faceless tribe. I search for tribesmen that can accompany to that any place, any time, any plain...and I revel in the commitment to protect and guide my compatriots as I head westward past the barren towns of yesterday, eventually stopping for a drink of a fine spirit...a port to share, laugh with, cry in and simply revel as the moment that is.

For it is without malice I seek to share and understand others and by doing so, appreciate myself better and soak up learned knowledge like a sponge as the dust of dirt roads sometimes clouds my path and the upward sky, cracks with a haze seen until forevers.