Ancient Voices

I hear the drums

of an ancient people

their rythm sweeping me along

 

I can’t quite hear

what they are chanting

but somehow I know their song

 

I know their words

of  Truth and Wisdom

a celebration of the Whole

 

And I join the dancing

around the fire

its burning flame inside my soul

 

Swept along on waves of feeling

my spirit floating

gently upwards on the breeze

 

On eagles’ wings I soar

high over mountains

sailing on the winds with ease

 

Flying on past space and time

until I see

the future coming into view

 

While ancient voices call to me:

“Fly high Eagle Child

for our Wisdom goes with you!”

                                                                       Gabrielle