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.