~*~ Heart, Blood And Soul ~*~

Instinctively,
Something stirs within him.
A familiar sound wafts in the air.
This sound he has heard many times before,
And it excites him,
Like the very first time he heard it.

The beating of a drum,
The heartbeat of Mother Earth.
Cleansed by smudging,
And his heart true and thoughts pure,
He is one with,
The Creator and Mother Earth.

He enters into the Sacred Circle,
To dance for his Creator.
As others dance,
The drum's beat overtakes his soul.
He begins to move not missing a beat nor step.

His heart filled with love and compassion,
For his heritage and traditions.
With his heart pulsating,
The fringes upon his regalia,
Swing back and forth,
As he turns and sways,
And follows the heartbeat of the drum.

The wind gently teases,
And ruffles,
The feathers upon his headdress,
Of which he humbly wears with pride.
A keepsake from many forefathers,
Before his time.

Upon Mother Earth,
He carefully and lightly steps.
For within his heart,
He upholds honour and great respect for Her.

As he dances within the Sacred Circle,
He knows that this is where he belongs.
For the beat of the drum,
Lives within,
His...
Heart, Blood And Soul.

©Elizabeth Ann Bushey
July - 2 - 2006©
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