The lament of the deer

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

4 Replies to “The lament of the deer”

  1. 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.

    1. 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

  2. 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

    1. 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

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