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Drumming Me Back Home

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Perfume of burnt sage fills the air
as tongues of sacred fire lick consecrated space free
from phenomenal certainties
blurring burdened visions of known –
inviting to soar in pristine embrace of unknown


I take refuge

behind closed shutters of my soul-windows
surrendering to holy heartbeat of Shaman’s drum 
recognizing the song of my own heart
And in silent weightlessness of myself
I finally consent to

just be

 




 

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painting : "sacred vision" by maa

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  • Swan song gold member
    June 21
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    A very uplifting poem. You put so much into your work and it really shows. What a poet you ARE!!!


  • Aesthete2000 gold member
    June 19

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    The eloquence of life,
    of the universe,
    to be.

    Simple as that,
    no pretense,
    be.

    A fantasy adventure
    you have created, maa!

    M-C

  • Ace - LightWithinMe silver member
    June 17

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    Hello Maa.

    First of all I do have to admit I do not know much on shamanism, other than the writings of Carlos Castaneda pertaining to his amalgamation of various shamans into the one he called Don Juan; which I read many many years ago, and briefly scanned at some other time. So off the top of my head, we are talking peyote, good and bad spots, and trying to look at your hands as the first step when dreaming, hahaha.

    Anyway; this is a graphic piece, the description of how you go into your inner is well done, such as “blurring burdened visions of known”, which to me describes the gradual uncoupling of not only all that is around you, but of becoming an observer of the fake you, until that as well, ceases to be.

    Shamans drum is interesting, I would have liked to have known what speed that was at, or if it decreased as the ceremony progressed, as there are many writings on how the mind will synchronize itself to rhythmic sounds at certain frequencies, and perhaps binaural beats were taking place.

    “silent weightlessness of myself” I interpret the line as that state where the body is completely asleep, and the chitter chatter long gone, and you feel like a conduit, timeless, a very paradoxical state, which is at low theta – high delta, and then indeed “Just be”.

    Very nice title to your poem; I like how you have described the journey into the inner, and congratulations on the gold.

    My regards.


    • maa gold member
      June 21
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      dear ace,
      thank you so much for your in-depth-comment ...
      your observations and questions always stimulate me to either question certain certainties I might cling to, or to discover another piece of my yet incomplete puzzle ...
      thank you ...

      as for shamanism, I might be even more illiterate about it than you (haven't even read castaneda's books, who are collecting dust in our library) ...

      I somehow tried to put into words the experience I had during a "healing circle" held by a otomi-shaman from mexico, in which I had participated a few days ago ...

      I am more familiar with more intellectual wisdom-teachings of india (advaita vedanta or non-duality), and with the way of reaching this (non-)state of timelessness and formlessness through silent meditation (I don't mean the "technique" of meditation though, but rather to dwell in the "natural state", free from mind) ...

      I honestly don't know at which speed the shaman was drumming, but it had an immediate effect on my consciousness ... I kept my eyes half-open, to prevent dreaming, and perceived the whole teepee flooded in white light ... ("reality" perceived by all or just my own state projected outwards, I really couldn't tell ...)
      but I did feel the timelessness and the formlessness of my own body, rather experiencing "myself" as the observer of it all, although no "entity" was found - so maybe we can say, I knew myself as consciousness ... nameless, formless, timeless ...

      no inner, no outer, no world, no me, no other ...
      oneness of all ...



  • Desire gold member
    June 14

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    Thank You!!

    Thank You for Your entry: Drumming Me Back Home
    This piece tugged hard at Spirit and while I was reading which I did several times~
    I am being shown for a pool of water and like a spiritual cleansing-
    also a form stepping into a shrine - I am given the word: shrine...
    I'm also seeing rats which are revered and well respected for they are fed a milky liquid~ I'm being shown a male feeding these guests
    A male is holding what appears to be a sling- but it whistles when it is turned above his head- as if straining something within the thin cloth~
    It appears to be food- but a Sacred offering to Deity- Now I'm being shown the Crocodile Hunter and him when he was showing guests his *babies*~ and why saving
    the environment is so important~ It feels like conservation is the underlining message
    which starts with us~
    Hopefully that makes sense
    Powerful images You have brought forth

    These words grabbed and pulled~
    I take refuge
    and I finally consent to just be
    Unique Voice spoken~

    Thank You for sharing Your Heart also Spirit!
    Best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
    **Judging will be done shortly...
    Many blessings too
    and much love~ Desire~*~


    • maa gold member
      June 16
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      dear desire,

      thank you so much for the gold and gift of points, as well as for your inspired message ... you are quite right with the cleansing process, since I just came up with a quite violent cold a few days ago, with my nose running like a river and all the rest ...
      as for the (field) rats, they are rather welcome guests here and share the grains fed to the birdies ... not to the delight of our neighbours, but they stay discrete and limited in number, so no harm for anybody ...
      jean-marc uses to reply to people who react with disgust at mentioning the name of rats, that in india, there are even temples for them where they are fed milk and other sacred offerings ...
      so, you see, your second visionary suggestion falls on fertile ground as well ...
      like always ...

      you are a true blessing for us all,
      and I love you,
      marion

  • MargaretG silver member
    June 13

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    First, this is beautiful to look at - a rainbow poem.
    Your experience is inspiring, as many rituals are, if we are open to trying them. The description takes me there (though I know incense better than sage), how it is possible to lose self in the event. Check shatters - shutters? I love your interpretation of "holy heartbeat" - well done, and good luck!


    • maa gold member
      June 13

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      silly me ...
      you continue to be my life-saver in the labyrinth of typo-landia (although this was probably more of a freudian lapsus than a typo ! ) ... was thinking of elk-spirit, the protector and healer of souls shattered by abuse ... one of my totem-animals) ...
      thank you so much, my lovely sister,
      I love you

      marion
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