Will you hear the call
and pick up your drum,
or will you settle back
into the easy chair of your old life,
content just looking out the window?
Get up and walk outside into the grass.
Leave behind the porch of this life,
the house of the ego.
Call to the spirits; call loudly
from your heart.
Sing out your soul’s song,
which thrashes against your ribcage
There is bliss,
there with the spirits,
free from the body
and from this earthly pain.
There is perennial compassion
in the redtail’s wings or the wolf’s howl
and with this you can return to the world
heart spun open, hands outstretched
bathing those who suffer in light.
This is your birthright from the beginning.
Claim it. Get up.
Written by: Shaman
Source Photo: Me
5 Comments Add yours
I’m out there beating my drum with a song in my heart, a huge grin on my face and in awe of all the possibilities.
Amen to that! Yup, yup, yup……………
Jenny, I am there…living on acreage, in a log home…gotta love it.
Cannot just watch over the window…
Be encouraged indeed
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