LOVE NOTES & NYABINGHI DRUMS

by Jai Allen

Your Love is like music

the song … the dance ... the beat

Like music

You touch

forgotten smiles

trace tracks

of hidden tears

that stain

my mask

of strength

You see …

I've become

too sophisticated

to cry

Your love moves

through me like music

the sacred fusion

of resonant notes

life wrote

throbbing vibration

full spectrum

stereophonic

surround sound

enfolds me

composing a piece

I can play

any way

I want

You strike chords

that unleash

my sorrow

my joy

even my rage

You open me up …

see right through me

touch secrets

I have no desire to hide

I trust only you

You have

set me

free

Like music

you stir fry

marinated melodies

with magical lyrics

rhyming emotions

I didn’t know I had

Like music

you are my

vertical reality

I journey

with you

to places

that exist

only in dreams

Hold my faith

close and still

as I sing a transcendent medley

of the greatest Love songs

of all time and space

while I ride the wave

of your Light energy

and disappear within

We drum

while Rome burns

We love

while the world makes war

We whirl as the Dervish

never touching the ground

We make music

of deep silence

of single episodes

that tried to last forever

We may not have

the gentle strum

of an acoustic guitar

or the Eastern touch

of a delicate sitar

but we do have the beat

that transcends who we think we are

We don't have it classical

We don't even have it like jazz

but we've got it like Nyabinghi drums

the kind that penetrates the ego

and alters the rhythm

of our heartbeat

the kind that makes us

gasp for breath

and clutch our chest

to keep it all in place

Vibrational healing drums

that move

from the root of sensation

to the core of creation

The kind that crouches

in fetal position

shedding pure as a newborn's

morning rain drop tears

Hot as the Shaman’s fire

Turbulent as the winds of desire

Deep as the waters of the tears

of the broken hearted

Flowing in the rivers of the Ultimate baptism

Pure as the flowing robes of the mystics

Playful and mischievous as the Loa

Throbbing in our earth center

as the Essence of the Ultimate I Am

We pluck the strings

of fragile places

we hide from the world

We've got it real

and raw

like Nyabinghi drums

wild and alive

like memories

of forgotten rain forests

that still live

in the ethers

of their destruction

We write our names

on the wind

play love songs

for the birds

to sing

to tomorrow

as we dissolve

into Oneness

weaving our souls together

with threads of golden Light

from pious realms

This is what real Love is made of

It lends life to stone

moves through the emptiness

of a weary world

filling its void with Light

I Am made to come to life

to love

to feel

to remember

to forget

as The Beloved

dances

inside

my soul.