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There is a place beyond my drum
where ancient songs softly hum
gateway to shamanic mysteries
On this medicine wheel of hope
here the wild spirited wolf roams
between ocean and forest foams
black bear saunters at his own pace
should he worry about the human race
red tail soars the mourning ashen sky
searching for blue somewhere up high
in the distance buffalo hooves rumble
somewhere a piece of earth crumbles
There is a place beyond my drum
where heartfelt dreams thump
gateway to unknown peripheries
we continuously circle
on the sacred land of the turtle
from the stormy sea of loss
barefoot standing on spongy moss
the willow can only bend so much
before she breaks at a mere touch
a thorn is a thorn a reminder of pain
in the turbulent autumn relentless rain
There is a place beyond my drum
where ancient stories come from
gateway to natural synergy
On this earth wheel of dreams
traveling the waterway of birth
writing page one of life on earth
through the changing seasons of life
the heavens guide us towards light
growing and reaching new height
chapters in between are ours to write
searching for the poetry of inner art
hoping to find love before we depart
There is a place beyond my drum
where heaven and earth become one
it is a place I wish you could see....
linking with earthweal
Thank you for visiting may you leave with peace in your heart!
True, my new favourite of your amazing poems. Beautiful, mystical, the sound of the drum, the buffalo hooves, the piece of earth crumbling......your poem speaks right to my spirit.........sigh. That place where we understand we are all one - it is here on earth, most people just havent figured that out yet. The indigenous people know though. They always have. Thank you for posting this poem. I needed to read it today.
ReplyDeletethe willow can only bend so much....yes we have reached breaking point
ReplyDeleteVery lovely and written.
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Drumming is the grail quest, this poem is the cup it found, poured for a burning vanishing world.
ReplyDeleteI love the chantlike magic of your words here, Truedessa!
ReplyDeleteA rolling wave of rhythm that weaves it's wonderful way with the words here.
ReplyDeleteCertainly glad you can see it! Very descriptive.
ReplyDeleteI love the ever-changing wheel and the sense of connection offered by the drums. Lovely poem, truedessa.
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