A Poem about the Djembe
O Drum of mine,
Who knows my hands,
Speak to me of times ancient
Speak to others of my voice
Let my pain and passion
Run through you and from you
Let the voice be one of healing
Of love, of power and strength
O great universe full of rhythm
Fill me with your knowledge
So that my hands will know and play
The ebb and flow of the tide
The waxing and waning of the moon
So through me and from me
Mother earth can be heard
Through the beating of my drum
I want to stand alone yet follow
To create yet imitate
The secrets of the past
The knowing of now, that whatever
Rhythms that I may play
Let them not be mine or anyone else's
Let them be…..
Be pure, be simple, be healing, be me
I want to declare to the setting sun
To the waves in the ocean
To the face on the moon
That I, am so deeply in love with
The drum
And that my attention to rhythm
Will flourish, with every beat of my heart
And each day that I live
I want to give face, to one of the
Universes greatest mysteries
Yet greatest truth……
Rhythm