From last nights drum circle... a poem Oh beautiful vibration The thump.... Of bass on our skulls Feel the everything in the hide. The wood....the metal...the twine Such wonder to be had In the slap of hand As if God was underfoot and in our ear canals. To want rhythm and speed and joining But Seperate To float .........above The fray...the union of such precision and Chaos To dance inside our heartbeats Sway and sizzle like a candle flame We vibe and groove Our souls in the heat of motion Of muscle ...of skin Of breath. .. of noise and pulse We are creation. .we are the beat Nothing else is but this room This moment This union Of drums. ~Deacon Lew |