Post by AquarianM on May 8, 2012 2:08:31 GMT -5
Drums For The Mother...
The rhythm speaks in a continuous drone,
Frequency and energy low and forever,
Won't let you go,
Gravity of sound carries you over the event horizon,
Walk between the inside worlds and speak to everything you find,
Little prayers a breadcrumb trail in the dewy spirit grass waving to infinity,
Until you find Pacha Mama's longhouse,
Humbly beg a space on the floor inside,
She looks at you with a weary tearful eye,
The beautiful cloth she was weaving stained at the newest edges,
Leaving you to beg for it to be washed clean,
Go and ask Thunderbird and Coyote,
Ask any spirits you know,
Pray for a gentle clean healing,
For soft clean colors of weft and weave,
Give Pacha Mama that gift.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/08/2012
The rhythm speaks in a continuous drone,
Frequency and energy low and forever,
Won't let you go,
Gravity of sound carries you over the event horizon,
Walk between the inside worlds and speak to everything you find,
Little prayers a breadcrumb trail in the dewy spirit grass waving to infinity,
Until you find Pacha Mama's longhouse,
Humbly beg a space on the floor inside,
She looks at you with a weary tearful eye,
The beautiful cloth she was weaving stained at the newest edges,
Leaving you to beg for it to be washed clean,
Go and ask Thunderbird and Coyote,
Ask any spirits you know,
Pray for a gentle clean healing,
For soft clean colors of weft and weave,
Give Pacha Mama that gift.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/08/2012
