Hallowed Ground
As the breath fills our hallowed chest with life
and heart beats upon drum of anch’ring bone
so prayerful meditation eases strife,
through dance and strum, we know, we’re not alone.
Our mantras swell, their sibilance alive…
with searching sounds we join here to atone
the flute will call, the rattle then will shake
our prana joins, we finally wake.
Contest: Music and Meditation
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
*Thanks Syd ;)
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