Walk Amongst the Buffalo

 

Respect the buffalo way of learning
bring awareness into your sphere
who is in need in the journey

Share what gifts you have available
food, clothing, a message of hope

Perhaps, a song on a buffalo drum
can you hear the ancestors chanting
take only what you need…

Remain connected to the earth
with strength you can weather
life’s storms with grace

Walk in the spirit of gratitude
practice the art of humility that
the universe will provide

Unity is key to survival in
an ever changing world.... 

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Your mission is to write a poem influenced by The Seven Grandfather Teachings in any way that you would like to approach the theme

I am deeply connected to the buffalo spirit.  I play a Native American hoop drum made of buffalo hide it has a strong voice that needs to be heard. I wrote this in respect of my drum and all it represents in my journey.

Peace and love.... 

Autumn Leaves

courtesy of Pixabay

 

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

On this earth wheel of love
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....

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 Thank you for visiting may you leave with peace in your heart!

A Thousand Buffalo Feet

Courtesy of Pixabay

My heart weary

I sit by the riverside

drum in hand, trying

to catch a pulse

It starts out slow

an unsteady beat

building up momentum

a thousand buffalo feet

clouds lift revealing

blue sky an eagle

flies above

I begin to feel

alive....

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writing a quadrille using 44 words

incorporating the word "drum"

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author's note:  I play a Native American

hoop drum made of buffalo hide. Sometimes,

it seems to have a voice of it's own thundering

hooves of a herd of  buffalo.  It has been an honor
to sit in a circle of drummers to welcome
dreams and the solstice. This year it will be
done remotely.

drums, beats and dreams...

Ratatat of the Drum

art of Danny Gregory

The date was special February 2nd

she too wanted to play the drums

the beat of her heart beckoned

as she longed to hear his hums

to move to the rhythm of his soul

fingering the stick, lightning strikes

losing control to his rock n roll

ratatat, adrenaline quickly spikes

filling the room with a joyous sound

exploring textures with each brush

transcending time, cymbals pound

breaking barriers, waters rush

flood of emotions fills the room

drowning in the depth of each beat

becoming the music with each boom

in tune with one another they meet

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to the artwork of  Danny Gregory

An Altered State of Mind

© Don Holland, OR, April 2007

in the early morning sunrise

breaking night's dark silence

pounding heart of my drum

thump

  thump

    thump

     thump

drifting into another distant  realm

my spirit soars to high  mountain tops

inhaling  deep aroma of green pines

another beat of the drumstick

I fly with the red tailed hawk

gliding over mossy river banks

thump

   thump

     thump

       thump

clearer vision in my  peripheral view

stirring my awareness , synchronicity

between human and wild raptor

buffalo skin, stretched with each beat

chanting rhythm of ancient songs

leading my spirit to where it belongs

thump

  thump

    thump

      thump

haunting melody,  hypnotic  trance

induces a dream dance of two souls

barefoot entering the sacred circle

joining hands with the wolf and bear

uniting the past with the present

transformation, with each beat

thump

  thump

    thump

      thump

searching for all I can find

in an altered state of mind

awakening with each vibration

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