Was writing down some thoughts and these words came out. I wasn't trying to write poetry but it has a ring to it. I don't promise it is any good but here it is:
The drum is my spiritual heartbeat. It beats in the very fiber of my being. I don't understand it but maybe I don't need to. Why speak in this image, oh God? It excites me, infuriates me. The image so deeply resident in my deepest corners , yet foreign, alien, untouchable. And it beats on giving life and raising questions.
