Drum sound rises on the air, its throb, my heart. A voice inside the beat says, "I know you're tired, but come. This is the way.
Whoever acts with respect will get respect.
Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the river. Listen to the ocean.
I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars.
My soul is my guide, for my soul is of that abode. I will not speak of the earthly. I am of the unknown