The Drum


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    At a native American drum ceremony while listening to the drums, these thoughts, these feelings, and I pass them on. Enjoy. Robert W.

    The Drum

    The drum is the heartbeat of the great spirit, the spirit of life in all things, the earth, the plants, the animals, and us.
       No matter how deeply buried is the spirit within you the drums call to it, awaken !
       To whom does the drum call ?It speaks to prenatal me. Innocent, unborn. The beating of mothers heart. A time before pain, before hunger.
      Before my original sin. A time of pure being, and awakening, the eternal for which there are no words.
      It simply is, and once again, free, this spirit within.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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