“Whenever people gather to play the drum, the whole world is a better place” ~ Babatunde Olatenji

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In the mystic woman’s womb room
We sit in a circle
With the sound of the beat
Our energies mingle

We drum for ourselves
We drum for each other
We drum for the ones
Whose leaving left us shattered

We start with the ocean
Breaking onto the sand
And end with the wind
Blowing change to the land

And what of the ones
Whose drums are now silent?
Do they draw in to listen
Their spirits our comfort?

Does the earth’s silent heartbeat still echo with each drum beat?
Does the soil on our feet remind us of what’s sacred?
Do we honor the planet that is faithful to sustain us?

Where lovers’ caresses are
Better than peaches
They birth our dreams
Sow seeds of intention
And children whose reach is
Beyond anything we’ve imagined
Because their hearts know
The secrets of the ageless

We sink into dream-time
We sink into love
We sink into knowing
We sink into the above
The below, the around
The under, the sad
The joyful, the prayerful
The madness of mind

It all is a part of us
Like the shriek of the eagle
We break open as sounds
Drift forth from our drums

We reach for the stars
And the sun and the moon
Our lives are like whispers
Our death is like birth
We dream with our drums
And Spirit calls our names

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Relephant:

Drumming as a Spiritual Practice. 

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Author: Monika Carless

Editor: Yoli Ramazzina

Photo: Author’s own.