Drummer: Part 2
"New Light"

Native American Tambourine

I see under the drums.
They beat overhead.
The wisdom, yet gentleness in the hands.
The lines of age, yet suppleness of many years of use still ahead.
Caring hands of a kind one in touch with his heart.
Strength in the knowing of who he is and why he is here.
Yet still he keeps an open mind and heart.
Always ready to adapt to the elusive Truth
that continues to unfold...
moment by moment...
lifetime by lifetime.
In this way he is wise,
but also innocent like a child
who joys in seeing the world for the first time.
"There are many first times," he says...
"that shed new light on old wisdom."

Donna Thomson

(1 June 2008)


© Donna Thomson 2008
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