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in the hallucinatory sphere, art is born,
where visions dance in the sacred dawn.
the Tukano whisper to realms unseen,
through veils of spirit, lush and green.
in altered states, the soul takes flight,
ritual flames ignite the night.
beyond the ordinary, the mind expands,
weaving dreams with ancient hands.
here, desires and conflicts flow,
into rivers where healing waters glow.
the jaguar prowls through shadows deep,
and serpents sing where silence sleeps.
dimensions of the imaginary unfold,
where wounds are mended, stories told.
the shaman's breath, a sacred breeze,
bringing solace, setting hearts at ease.
through sacred plants and sacred rhyme,
they walk the threads of space and time.
in the spirit world, all truths align,
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