This is taken from a time when I was going through a spell of severe spiritual dryness… However, playing my bodhran drum for a studio recording helped me remember to the Divine Order that is all around me, as exemplified by the rhythm of the drum beats. Bodhran by Avellina Balestri I feel the skin of the drum Taut with ageless anticipation And walk my fingers along it Making a sound like pattering rain, Preparing the parched ground for growth. I brandish the beating stick Grasping it lightly, letting it dance, Helping the wood to remember its roots. Once it sprouted from the heart of the earth; Now it will sing earth’s holistic hymn. My wrist is quick, like a snake’s tongue, Flashing in and out, up and down, Sinking into rhythm and running free, Like a wild horse or a water fall, Hoof-beats thunder and rapids rush An intuition takes command, Borne from the Soul of the Universe – Mystical Mathematics swirl In harmonies unlea
Women's Spiritual Poetry