Drums softly heard
vibrating into the
crevices of the mountainsides
beckoning our ancestors
to enter our soul
reminding us of our paths
illuminating our minds
praying to them
for daily reminders
to listen....
to hear the winter snows
as they fall in silence
to sing with the rivers
as spring approaches
freshening the waters
to cleanse the Spirit
a rebirth
another cycle spiraling
into higher vibrations
remaining in contact
with the beat of
Mother Earth.
Napua O'lokelani
© Vallee Rose 1999
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