A piece of wood,
some rope and skin,
heart and hand,
bring out the life within.
Be you dancer or drummer,
or just passing by
the rhythm gets to you
and you just have to try.
It’s a spiritual journey
like no other
it calls to everyone,
both sister and brother.
It’s the heartbeat of the Mother
that creep’s into your soul,
the rhythm of life,
keeps the community whole
David Griffin
Note: Written right after PhoenixPhyre 2001. Thank you David, it is beautiful!
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Festival Quote: Oh god, Rowans writing it down! 
