Distant Drums

1987




Distant drums...
Ancient stirrings...
Cave men wandering through my soul.
Instincts of forgotten passings
Flirt with my mind.
Earth connections hold to me
As I grovel in its mud -- its essence.
Life sensations rise now stronger
To strive upward.

Warmth... from the bowels of the earth
Envelopes me.

Dark.
Ancient stirrings
Cave men wandering through my soul.
Stark. Earth connections
Uncomplicated by modern visions.

Groveling in mud...
Rising... rising...
Life sensations...
Blind emotions...
Striving.. striving...

Hold your crown.
Grasp for mobility.
Come to life.
Rise... rise.

Love the mud.
Wash in mud.
Sense the mud.
It is life to you.

Feel the wind embrace your heart.
Engage your mind.
Enlarge your strength.

You creature !
You soul !
You are born a man at birth...
Come to life !

Awake... awake...
A new thing now !
You are here as divine as divine can be !
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Love songs...
Breathing through me now.
Wind songs...
Wander my love...
Find me.
I am coming, too.
I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
Who am I?
Do you see me?
Can you love me?
Oh, I need you !
Find me ! Love !
My soul cries for you.
All of me...
Needs you now.
I'm waiting...
The fire's glowing...
My arms are open...
My bed is warm...
And life needs you !

To dance... to dance !
The vacuum of life
Gnaws again...
Must have love...
Then back into the earth I reel again.
I'm here but I'm there with you...
Oh, find me !
Together... let us dance in tune...
Eternal phrases
Taste our lips...
Silence speaking
In its fullness.

Magic warming
In the touching...
Til in completeness
We encounter
Universal citizenry...
Oneness...
As from the beginning...
Merging as it were...
Before.

Sinking into waters chartered...
Paths that bring us to the door...
Passing through it
In the bonding...
Moments in eternity.

Thus we grovel in the mudding.
Thus we learn our essence.
Life is there-in
In the washing...
Backwards...
Backwards...
To the garden...
To the fork of life and time...
To the laurels of the fruit trees...
To the limelight of the glory...
Offspring of a holy hand.

Back onto the earth we reel...
Groveling in the mud of life.
Rub the mud across my back.
Teach me the essence of this thing...
This life.
Terror. Laughter.
Reeling... luling...
Wash before we wake from the earth...
Wash to wake...
To sparkle fresh...
To glisten clean...
To wake untouched by earthly things.




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