In the words of Stevie Nicks, one of my favorite Old Earth singer/songwriters,
"welcome, everybody." I'm that glad to see so many friends and new folks too.
:::blows a kiss::: that's fer me special Lord Methos, Bernard, an' Sancho
My hope for tonight is that all will be friends by the end of this eve. This poem be a nod to Old Earth and to one its most ancient spiritual systems of understanding, shamanism. What is of great interest to me is that, on many worlds that have been explored and settled, similar belief systems and practices be found, an I be a practitioner meself. It is called The Drumming Dawn.
I fear not
the primitive drumming,
desires beat upon the walls,
and the caves echoes pounding,
the shamans feat
lines traced
upon the stones damp,
picture the flesh,
the bone trembles,
this hallowed rock, a cradle
holds the sweat and tears,
brooded upon, and
the blood and the water merge;
the tide is high, rising, and
there is no exit
enter, if you will,
but only by faith
and blind, daring the way
by touch or smell,
alone, but not lonely
the earth trembles,
the mountain throbs
this cave to waking,
and the sky explodes
into dawn
:::Skye steps back and lowers her head; the room is quiet, and then hearty clapping breaks out everywhere:::
