THE DRUM Chapter 25
by Aashid
I hear the drum
I hear the drum in the center of my heart
I feel the beat
It sends me back to where I know I'm from
It's been missed for so many generations
I hear it coming across the hill
Returning to the people who loved it
But got separated
And don't understand
The feel
I hear the rhythm of the ancients
Coming nearer and nearer
Getting closer to me
I feel the Grand Mother
Who tells me everything I need to know
About the good old days
I feel the Grand Father
Who always has something positive
In his hand for me
I feel the ancestors one and all
I see them as they smile at me and say
Forward ever son
You are one
I hear the drums
And they sound like they belong to me
I feel the inner throb of the mysticism
That goes along with the rite that is performed
In the midst of the deity which is
The God force of all the Gods and deities
From all the dimensions
Near and far
When the rhythm abides, you are a living being
When the rhythm is dead
You are but a walking zombie
Not even knowing who you are
You wander aimlessly
Searching for that drum beat, that rhythm
That source, that truth, that inner knowing
Coming through the wisdom of the ancestry
That lives all around us
I hear the drum and it calls to me
And it says "Aashid, I love you
I know you, we are together
We are one"
We are the rhythm of the drum
As it passes through the universal life force within
I see the light
And it shines from within the rhythm
That glows within the drum
That I hear coming through the meadow
Headed toward all who are open
And feel and know where the drum truly is
And what the drum truly says
It is a language that cannot be
Transliterated, translated or transposed
It is a language within itself
That can be shared
Through cultural and spiritual union
Give us this drum
And let us move forward through this
Because it belongs to us
The original, the members of the first cast
The loved and the betrayed
Give us this drum
For we are the ones who knew and still know
And we shall return to the traditions of
Our ancient Fore Fathers
Who ruled this earth
In a benevolent way
And became other ways because of
The corruption of the beings
That are human in this dimension
We must learn and move forward
And rise above the iniquity
The drum talks
The drum is the power
And we must give thanks to the Most High
For giving us the knowledge of the rhythm
And the wisdom of the drum
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