I spent time with my new drum this morning,
sending its voice into the forest,
and to you.
We sing
so that you might call on us.
I didn’t know where we were going,
out there,
in here,
yes – more here.
The room swelled with our beat,
a circle vibration
louder
and again.
Trinkets – wood and glass
buzzed
with the strong horse hide.
I remembered the depths of sorrow in me,
are less than
a drop of your water.
I saw that my heart was still boyant,
and your tides would
some day
calm.
Now the Oaks are not silent,
and I can speak the language
of the wind
again.
When the storms pass
in a few weeks,
I will swim in you.
Drum made by teacher, artist, shamanic practitioner, and master drum maker, Wild Horse Charley Conatser. Cwconatser@aol.com.
dwrat
April 21, 2011 - 5:12 am ·Beautiful, thank you.
Skye
August 27, 2012 - 6:11 pm ·Mahalo Nui Loa! Mitakuye Oyasin! Will loving take my drum in hand and let her resonate with life again today!