I AM WOODCHUCK

          I am Woodchuck.  Little King.

          I am Woodchuck.  In my burrow clean and warm, I sleep the sleep of learning--I die without dying.

          I am Woodchuck.  My hibernation can last half the year.  That time I spend in dream and out of body.  I slip quietly out of this life and pursue another.

          I am Woodchuck.  Come with me along the shaman's path.  Leave flesh behind, it is protected.  Let Spirit float away.  Roam down paths that winter never touches.

          I am Woodchuck.  The fairy worlds are never cold.  Their energy runs too high.  Within these realms your Spirit soars--your soul dreams as it learns.

          I am Woodchuck.  Returning to your body can be a fearsome jolt.  But rest awhile, stretch back inside your flesh.  Reconnect your senses.

          I am Woodchuck.  Flesh seems different when half your life is spent in fairyland.