As you feel
Went to drumcircle on saturday. Group of 30. Not lead just facilitated...you play as you feel...the rhythm undulates through the collaboration. So loud, such depth, so very funky and primal too. After inital reservation the mood comes and as the wood of the drum digs into my ankles and I grasp so firmly the instrument that quickly becomes my voice, nestled between my legs so snug, there my inhibition goes and I'm no longer listening out for a lead to follow...I'm hiding in the hubub but screaming also. I speak to everyone I can't talk to. I pound out a diatribe of anger and lust. Fingertips to the skin, palms to the skin.Its all the love I haven't made yet and all the hate I swallowed and it's given verses - I'm open and screaming....full voice and uttered whispers. Small bones in my thumbs throb striking the hide and woven rim and that pain is as potent as the looks on the faces of all who loose themselves there.