What I Love about The Shaman’s Drums
What I love about the Shaman’s Drums is the beat that carries from heart to hand
emotions stirred by smoke and trance,
feather and quill, laughter and tears culminating into a single truth
What I love about the Shaman’s Drum is reflected in the storm cloud on the prairie,
the sultry rumble of the solar season as it writhes Mother earth’s marshy thighs
The thrumming and strumming of the Shaman’s beat excites me,
summoning forth the wild rage within me!
What I love about the Shaman’s Drum, is the first reflection of memory,
like an icy mirror casting it’s gaze beyond the snowy mountains.
The sun peaks it’s head from it’s lofty throne and enshrouds us with light and clouds,
a velvet sunrise working it’s charm on my senses.
What I love about the Shaman’s Drum is the the way it resonates within me,
As if we’ve danced this dance before, caught in some vision left in a dream.
Dance in tune with his rhythmic being, cast a glance to sky and earth entwined
Let’s sing of victory! Of our losses! Of our ancestor’s tales!
Let’s love the Shaman’s Drum Together!
Let the beat carry between the walls formed by our imaginations,
Birth us into reality, bring us kicking and yelling into each other’s arms
In trance, in universal harmony with the heart beats of our brothers and sisters
What I love about the Shaman’s Drum is how it unites us when we’ve divided ourselves
One Tribe, Under Truth, One Rhythm of Voice