The Shaman
by Tommy McLeod
(please allow me to offer you in gratitude this poem I wrote while sitting on an old huge Caledonian tree root. The age I estimated the tree to be was hundreds of years old. The poem is dedicated to my friends in Hawaii)

By these roots I am
For I am these roots
For in this web of life
Upon the quantum sea
All is not as we perceive
And when illusions fade
Like horizons near
And past, present and future, too
All but disappear
We soon realise
That all is one
And one is all