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.