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 ;)