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Drumming Back To Freedom…

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Photo by Toni Roberts; Djembe

Ah

   the weather is finally warming…

soon it will be time to

return to the

   park…

to the

   drums…

drumming back to freedom

   under the heat of the city sun…

back to

   Africa…

back to

      freedom

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Yemaya–Photo by Toni Roberts

 

dancing to the call of the

orishas...

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Photo by Toni Roberts

in the wild abandon of

forgetfulness

we are back in the

   bush...

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Tools for Journeying…Photo by Toni Roberts

 

released from our

   rat-infested tenements

from the

drugs

crime

grinding poverty

and

devastation

that has not abated since first they

dragged us

bound

and

chained

across the waters

to this

new world

this new version of

hell

called

modern

western

      civilization

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Grandfathers and Drum; Photo by Toni Roberts

   and so…

in the noisy

crowded summer heat

of a Harlem park

we beat our drums

and dance our way

back home

to

Africa...

to the

   Motherland

to

   Freedom

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http://www.cafepress.com/DaughtersofGaia

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Drum Slut Rising…

rising...rising...ever rising...

rising…rising…ever rising…

Drum Slut rising

stretching awake after a long winter’s sleep…

The drumbeat

stirring

within

Her

Loins…

Rising…

Rising…

Drum Slut rising…

Arms stretched to the sky

in homage to the Sun‘s

greening of the land…

Flowers…

Birdsong…

prelude to

summer’s heat

and

the

throbbing

pulsating

beat

of

the

drums

calling to

Drum Slut…

Slumber’s end…

Awaken…

Arise…

Drumming in Marcus Garvey Park…

And yesterday…Saturday

after the gift of Friday with K. in Central Park

came the ecstasy of drumming in

Marcus Garvey Park

A Holy Circle of

modern-day santeros, babalawos, curanderas

women, men and children

who are called by

the Spirit of the Drum

Grandfather blessing my drum…

Gathering weekly to pay homage

to the Motherland: Africa

Lending body, mind and soul

as vehicles upon which the Orishas may ride…

Giving oneself up as intermediary

between the two worlds

vessels to be filled with the

Voice of Drum Spirit…

Holy Rhythms of Healing and Love

rippling out from the village of Harlem

in never ending circles…

through the city…

the nation…

the world…

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