My heart burst at the seams as I listened to Emma speak her poetry into the center of the
This was exactly up her alley. It was a place she could be completely, 100% safe surrounded by people who appreciated her exactly as she was, not as anything except her pure little self.
I forgot it was a winter night, I was so absorbed in the sound and the feeling and the tidal wave of connection.
I played instruments I moved I lied down to feel the cool concrete supporting my entire body, wishing it was soil so that I could feel the connection of percussion to the Earth. Instead I settled into the perfection of what was there… cold concrete, warm hearts, creativity taking form right in front of me.
I spoke a spontaneous poem which I didn’t write down – and then I scribed a poem which I didn’t share.
Emma spoke a poem – a continuation of her Myspace Blog – “The Eye of Hope” and then she chose to write while the others drummed and here is what she came up with…
beat is the heart- it isn't just to keep you alive, it is a voice inside me speaking to me, it isn't just an organ it can express itself so should you - the beat never ends its eternal... Whenever it is happy it jumps for joy
There's a beat in music which I am sure you all jknow it does the exact same thing your heart does. The music I am hearing says to me "We need to start being wild and crazy: Whats that bells? Oh, I agree... What did you say? Oh, It is a perfect night in every way."
(Yes - an unself-conscious eight year old who was so filled with ecstacy last night... she tumbled to sleep like a little angel, very tuned in after drumming and listening and writing and loving every moment...) which proves to me once again the importance of experiences like the Moonlight Expressions Drum Circle.)
Here is what I wrote… and I am hoping hoping hoping the formatting translates to the MySpace modality, because the flow of the format is intentional and is in partnership with the words:
Bits and pieces
Of my heart
I look in those eyes
And I know I know I know
My heart isn't torn
It is shedding
My soul to find its way