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 unleashed.
Truth cries
out in every beat
As energy
pulses through earth
And life is
broken from its shell.
Skin to
wood and wood to skin,
Spiral song
goes ever on…
It mirrors
every story told,
A
reflection of some deeper plain.
It forms a
well-worn path,
The
constancy a comfort.
Then hear
the click of wood on wood –
The common
elements are wed!
A passion
punctuates the lay
With
changing force that brings new life
I rest my
head against the frame,
A circle,
like eternity.
Oak wisdom
vibrates off its curves,
Long since
imbued by Ancient Magic
And Magic’s
Source, Who Is What Is
Though
distance stretches long,
Nearness
hums within…
Some echo
of the ocean waves,
Of lion’s
heart, of humming bird’s wings,
The essence
of the surge of life,
Each spark
of flame and drop of blood,
So strong
it flows, the pulsing tide…
And yet,
hear now:
The gentle beat
of Mother’s Love,
The cradle
of life’s dawn
So intimate
a lullaby,
So magical
a drum
Encapsulates
the meaning
Of all that
Is and Is to Come
Avellina Balestri (also known by her pen name, Rosaria Marie) is a Catholic Christian with a deep appreciation for Celtic culture and mysticism. She is a founding member and Editor-in-Chief of the online magazine The Fellowship of the King, a place where spirituality and creativity meet (which, by the way, is open to submissions). In addition to reading and writing extensively on matters of world history, popular culture, and universal spirituality, she is also a folk singer, musician, and recording artist. In all her endeavors, she draws her inspiration from the Ultimate Love and Source of Creativity, and hopes to share that love and creativity with others. You can find her project on Facebook here.
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Beautiful! I always felt there was 'magic' in the sound of the bodhran. The player becomes one with the drum, the beats echoing down through the ages; it speaks of history and spirits long past. You have truly captured the essence of what I have felt. Thank you!!
ReplyDeleteI wholeheartedly agree with your views of the drum, dear Ginny and also appreciate the delightful way in which Avellina has expressed that magic in her poem. Thank you for sharing!
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