African Drum

African Drum

 

Where is it,

this drum

that makes my heart beat

and my spirit dance?

The sound of the earth’s heart

pounding away,

enticing,

inviting,

luring me out into the jungle

to search for the beat

that makes my own heart

pound with joy.

 

Looking out there.

Until I realize

it is not out there.

Until I feel it

in my connection

to that drum,

through that drum,

in that drum

in me.

 

Coming home.

Belonging.

 

These people

who never let go,

always in the rhythm

of their soul,

of their soil.

Hanging on to the beat

of their heart,

of their earth.

The earth that is their heart

and soul.

 

Pounding, beating,

dancing,

being.

Becoming the rhythm.

Becoming the drum.

Becoming.

One.

 

The heartbeat of

the drummer.

The heartbeat

of the drum.

The heartbeat of the earth,

the universe,

the unknown beyond  ,

ringing through it

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