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.