When the drum calls

Fixed Air Pluto in tritone with the Cardinal Water Moon

when the drum calls
a sound walker rises in the soul
I put its frame on my left breast
and merge with tone into one

vibrations rise
prayer into trance
with the beat
the drum
like sacred love
pulls the shadow apart
with one move
instilling seeds of love
in the heart

such powerful bass
reaching a space
no judgment can touch
sweetly unresolved
where love transforms
where helix bends
like steel strings on a slender neck

to the beat of the drum
a chthonic stream
finding light in the heart
finding ley lines within
beyond the fear
beyond the dark
a featherlite strike
a spiral motion, a tap
priestess of the star
drumming the streaming
drumming the healing
drumming the cosmos
drumming not for me
but for those who need to hear
and be in the now of sound

when the drum calls
a sound walker enters the soul
i put its frame on my left breast
and merge with tone into one

By Kamila Ami Lizis

Written during the interval of Fixed Air Pluto in quincunx to Cardinal Water Moon. Seems like the language of the Walkers is rhythm and tone. A humble spontaneous offering for those who listen to sleep sound tonight. Completed on 15th December 2024 at 22:14 Irish local time. I took the picture embracing my flower of life drum this evening at 21:19. No AI used to create. Thank you for hearing.