The Spirits

Spirits. The word sends shivers down my spine.

The soft spiritual caress of whispered respect

We sit in a circle of God's finest select

Hands clasped, our heads are bowed

Breath slowed, our arrogance is cowed

We are the guides of this wondrous dance

Still beside one another we sing in trance

We convey the rhythms to those who would hear

And we channel nature's healing to those who do not fear

The wooden floor beneath my palm

Soothes my nerves without slightest qualm

For it represents my mother, the earth

Always there to guide me since before my birth

The medicine courses strong in our veins

And we take the time to set  aside our brains

For in ceremony we work with our hearts

Love is our greatest guide in these nightly arts

The trees whisper encouragement and advice

In their subtle swishing language so concise

They are the knowledge and we are those that speak

That bring their knowledge to those who seek

We are the masters of life

We are those with wisdom rife

We are the teachers of knowledge concealed

We are the spirits of all life revealed

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"We are the masters of life

We are those with wisdom rife

We are the teachers of knowledge concealed

We are the spirits of all life revealed"

Well conveyed and written...:)

[Rob Santana]

Well written,