Drumming the Fires of Spring

I have recently discovered the joys of drumming the moons and the seasons of Earth

 Sunday night I could not join my sisters in the tipi, but celebrated the advent of Spring with my brother in our yard under the full spring night sky. Greeting Venus and Jupiter in the East, Mars in the West, viewing Beetlejuice in the belt of Orion and gazing on the red dwarf giant eye of his friend Taurus, the bull; I danced with the seven sisters of the Plieades, whose number I counted at 24  – the sky is full of sister stars  – and viewed the birthplace of stars in the belt of Orion, the nebula known by the Mayans centuries ago, while going back and forth between the eye of the scope and my makeshift drum by the dancing fire….

A ceremony of Spring

Drumming Spring:

Oh East!

The breath of our delight!

Air and spirit are your sight.

Bring us to your inner might

rose soft petals in spring’s flight

Oh air! That present here at breath

bears us in it’s moving rest –

Where hawks delight on thee to fly –

seeing clearly from the sky

calling softly as they cry

to us, earth-bound in our nests-

Resting on our Mother’s breast

Clay-born, sightless, wingless forms

here to suck in earth’s deep charms

Oh wind!

Do keep us in your ear

whisper of your journey here

that we may ride with you…

Oh South!

Of passion’s heated fire…

Rise up! Rise up!

And inspire!

Burn our dross and fears away

En-flamed upon a bright new day

Beat heart and soul into our passion

Forge our minds in new impressions

White-hot leaping roaring tide

of fearless flaming burning stride

Illumine all our souls inside

Oh beat the drums of passiontide!

Oh West!

To you we look

We rush

We glide

Like memories on the morning tide

Oh clear bright morn of evensong

Oh restless calling of the sea

wide-stretched unto eternity –

true rollings thunder on our sand.

Let us, transfixed

grab hold your hand

to sail upon your teaming shores

Abundancy within your roars

Let us respond with open hearts

to greet your cool-washed shores of love.

Oh Mother, North to thee we come!

Keeper of the lover’s womb –

Barren of our cares and faults

Oh Mother, Northland of our birth

to thee we turn

the air-wind-fire-swept sea does toss

its heart at you,

and is not lost –

upon your comfort cold-kept shores

beyond all cares,

roiled and trodden in the years

Oh heal, Oh Heal

Oh blessed earth

Oh Heal, Oh Heal

in new re-birth

Oh Mother, Blessed

Mother

Earth.

Salute

Salute to the Earth

Salute to my sisters

Salute to the upward skybeing sun

Salute to Spring, begun!