There Calling Me

Coming to grips with finding out who I am and confusion about who I am ethnically and the strange spiritual connection that I can not explain that ties my soul to Scotland. Torn and confused ever since I found out this side of me.

The Drums of my ancestors sound through me like Thunder on a hot summers Night,

The reeds played fill my ears with pleasant peace and brings forth an awakening to

Stories of Bravery and treachery of life and of death, and of love and death.

 

My ancestors call me and I want to go and search where they fraught,f and taught , where they loved, and where they dreamed,

 

I want to where the plaid of my clan,  and learn of there ways and to visit the land,

For the music of the Celts has touched my Celtic blood in me,

 

I have no explanation, no rhyme nor reason but the music speaks to me like a great voice saying who I really am .

 

The Pipes, the drums, the Stories of my people, the stories of my land.

Scotland I hear her voice calling me and pulling me to her and

I can not resist it for she is like a lover calling to her love in the night,

 

Am I insane, am I under a spell ?

 

What hat awaken in thine heart and soul,

 

What hat came to life in me

 

if I could I would dawn the plaid of my clan,

For my Ancestors are calling me home to the land where I came from.

 

Am I insane, should I leave all inhibitions and go to my land?

 

or am I Insane and confused in taught?

 

What does my blood burn so ,Who am I, What am I what am I to be?

 

How, I wish I knew the answer on what to do.

 

All I know is that they are calling me.

 

My ancestors are calling me.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

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Go you fool...your destiny is calling. Good one.