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……