Musical instruments Old as the earth The sound of flutes And drums And bowed strings Made of Wood Reed, animal skin And horn The shaman The medicine man or woman Sound magicians Recreating the echo's of nature Healing powers Of vibration Janna hey hey hey Janna ho ho ho Hey janna hey janna ho © mlaure
As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, my God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?
My tears have been my food
day and night,
while people say to me all day long,
“Where is your God?”
These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go to the house of God
under the protection of the Mighty One
with shouts of joy and praise
among the festive throng.
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
Psalm 42, 1-5
For the director of music. A maskil of the Sons of Korah.
To compare our soul to a deer…
A deer thirsting for water
Whereas old myths
Reveal the elk or eland
To be the gate for divine
A divine animal
Leading us to the water
Medicine plants
A divine deer
A deer divine
one shines with its nature
nature is the image of virtues imbibed
no matter how one arrives
as every one comes from five matters….
it is the sound one emits
it is the odor that rises from one
it is the essence of one’s very existence
one needs to know one’s exclusiveness…….
one’s powers…one’s virtues……..
knowledge of these divine virtues alone makes one known for one’s NOW….
One flows like a river…
One dwells like a big tree sharing his/her shed to many…
One’s heart fills with compassion, forgiveness and love…..
One’s own powers protect him/her….and
one enjoys the bliss of one’s existence……
.
without knowledge of these subtle divine qualities that one has been bestowed by almighty……
one is reduced to a body…full of ego, anger, hatred and lust…………………
beautiful poetry dear friend
Manas dear,
“one needs to know one’s exclusiveness…….
one’s powers…
one’s virtues……”
How well said
An echo to our lament
One’s limits
One’s weakness
One’s failures
And soon confronted
The search for releave
Medecine
Peace
My humble namaan