Drums That Call
Steadily moving within the stillness
Fire in the sky
Calling to the water
Liquid light
That roams through the hills
Sunbeams glistening off the ripples
Flowing over each rock
Gently washing the face of each life
Its moving current
Flowing past where I stand
I feel the beat
Rhythmically steadfast
Leaning into and responding to
The drums that call to me
To the prosperity
Of a continuous flow
The rhythm of my hearts
Feel Sculpture in Countless Ways
Dare to form relationships with nature, find your totem through form.