sacred, womb drum

“Whenever people gather to play the drum, the whole world is a better place” ~ Babatunde Olatenji

In the mystic woman’s womb room
We sit in a circle
With the sound of the beat
Our energies mingle

We drum for ourselves
We drum for each other
We drum for the ones
Whose leaving left us shattered

We start with the ocean
Breaking onto the sand
And end with the wind
Blowing change to the land

And what of the ones
Whose drums are now silent?
Do they draw in to listen
Their spirits our comfort?

Follow this link to the rest of the poem and some sacred native drumming.