Drum

Little is said about the drum
When a man touches and makes sound
The vibration that goes through his fingers
Up his arms, into his heart through his soul
Out of the mouth and into the universe

The beat of the drum is life
all of us grew up with the beat of a drum
While in the womb
Wrapped up with in nectar
The heart beat of our mother was our drum

Her vibration energized the body
Awakening the spirit of truth
Her heart beat was yours
There you were
Warm in nectar fluids and the vibration
that came from your mothers heart
passed through you and warmed you

The beat of a drum
Is a story of liquid and flow
Of wild wind and breezing trees
Growing grass and jumping frogs
Sunshine on mountain tops
looking down on mother earth

All have a heart beat
and the beat is one
ans the sound is OM
and the beat is of a drum
while you sit there and listen
to your own heart

The drum comes and takes you away for when you return you will have known your heart and will no longer dismay for the path has been shown to you when you sit down and meditate…

Well said Tara.

(Please don’t feel bad for a poor turnout on your threads; I know you won’t. We expect controversies here and idiosyncracies. Efortlessly flowing simple and warm words unnerve us. Seemingly complex concepts and advanced states appear that way when we view them from distance. But beauty and poetry makes Yoga a very intimate statement which is what it essentially is. Thanks.)