Energy Never Dies, It Just Changes Form

Friday, March 1, 2013

...Inner Constellation Truth #2 and I'm holding to it! Thank you, BC, for proving it once again, I love you. 


This Permeable Heart
©Karla Johnston, InnerConstellation.com
Written February 24, 2013 in honor of Bob Center

Going about my chores today 
lyrics of Lakota Sundance songs overshadow all thoughts,
work their magic and soon I’m captivated, singing along. 
By round four I feel ceremony’s rhythmic pull,
“Hmmm,” I think, “wonder if someone needs some prayers?”
Lakota songs used to plague me
like a persistent call from a dear friend
who wouldn’t let off until I answered. 
But this love affair has mellowed
and instead of being all-consumed
I carry on household tasks, 
join my voice to lyrics plucked from air, 
staying all the while curious and attentive. 
I make myself a well-earned promise, 
to pick up the drum when all commitments are done. 
A few hours later, as daylight folds into night, I learn sad news—
a friend has passed, died suddenly the day before from a heart attack.
I think of his greatest contribution to me—teacher of the songs.
I smile and strangely, I am not sad, knowing I’ve received a precious gift.

Elk hide drum is lifted from its stand
as mallet is finally grasped in hand.
Vibration of a holy prayer 
continues….  




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