The
Shaman's Drum
One
can sense it beating on,
echoed
in the water, fire, air and earth;
Inducing
rhythm into our being,
breathing
life into our birth.
The
birth of our empowered soul,
enlivened by a
kindred spirit;
The
spirit of the great healing force,
is blessed to those
who hear it.
The
Sun can play the Shaman's drum,
as
can the wind and thunder;
So
much of nature keeps the beat,
less those fools who
choose to blunder.
This
choice may be so very subtle,
and
the fools may seem so very wise;
Yet
the Shaman's drum is not heard,
by
those cowards who live out lies.
For
the Shaman seeks to beat out Truth,
and
his drum will gladly take you home;
If
you put down the mask of your false persona,
and
listen to his honored droan.
Onward
it beats, taking you in,
until
you're left alone;
With
no-one but yourself to face,
with
no karma you have not sown.
From
within this sacred solitude,
unite
with the forces of trust;
Bring
out the angels of empowerment,
to
do with what you must.
Now
you too will beat the drum,
to
enlist the foolish cowards;
As
a Shaman of the sacred clan,
beat
forth the healing powers.