Grandmother's Song

I received this healing gift from an individual aspiring to "carry the pipe".

Grandmother's Song

Morning comes softly,
beating drums resonate,
tonally balance new light of day.

Triad grouped music,
resolute steadiness,
readiness stomping a sure pathway.

Diminished notes fade
discorded settling,
tom-tom's gift fading in gently play.

A doorway opens,
accepting tomorrow,
One last rise, one last fall, leads the way.

Author's Note

A beautiful healer sang this Cherokee song for me. I do not know what the words meant, but this is what I felt. Thank you for reading. I will listen to our Native Tribal Music with a new respect. This music is spiritual complexity delivered in the most simplistic medium.

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

It's beautiful, to me it speaks of new doors that open to higher planes of existence. I am intrigued how the words and emotions you created transcended from the music, it's rhythm and the beating of the drums. It feels one with the universe something we all share no matter where we come from. Thank you for sharing this.

[David Scott]

Thank you blue!
I like how you experienced the write.
The drums and the voice seemed to speak beyond understanding the words.
I am glad you understood my words.

[David Scott]

Beautiful, spiritual, through the smoke of the pipe that will liberate new roads, new trails, higher eagle eyes, you see and feel through this beautiful piece. It is your music heart and your sensitive language skill together. :) I enjoyed this experiment my friend... keep on writing, and posting these lovely inspirational things. :) such a fan! always

- Elisa

[David Scott]

Thank you Eli.
You are so kind and we do seem to understand one another well.
I actually had to stop and write this on my I phone while driving home from this experience tonight.
I could feel by individual cells realigning to the vibration of the tom-tom.
Very cool!

Oh, now that's a thing I have experienced too lol! seriously! naaah, that's too weird, you come up with that. Anyhow, yes we do my friend. It's always such a pleasure to read your quill...... many thanks for posting it. :) smiles!

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Too complex for me .. I haven't a clue.............

I tried... Jazz

[David Scott]

Ha...
Not complicated at all...
Welcome in the day.
Welcome the moon as the sunlight fades.
Open your heart for the joys of tomorrow.
See... Simple. All this with the tom-tom drums and the cadence of the tribal voice of one of the wise "Grandmothers" of the Cherokee.
Thank you for stopping in.
I may have missed the mark.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

That helps.. thanks.. :)

[David Scott]

I tried to help the reader by telling them about learning to carry the sacred pipe of the Tribal peoples. Also in the description of the Cherokee songs being shared.
Oh well... I hope others can understand this. Ha.
Thanks again.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

I did read the top line .. but didn't understand .."
I received this healing gift from an individual aspiring to "carry the pipe".
Didn't know who the individual was ... I did read your Note .. and it gave me more of an idea, but I didn't get the feeling of "A Song"...... It's not you.. It's me ... I live in New Mexico .. I should understand Indian concepts better............... forgive me ....

[David Scott]

No worries. I was trying to be a little cryptic. Like the howl of the wolf or the song of the dove... Sometimes all you can do is listen and experience even if understand in comes later or never... He experience is no less profound.
You did not offend me at all. I like your honesty.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

:)....................................... ♥