Sapling #20 — They come
Soul Circle Sapling
I am calling my friends and they come.
Hesitant at first, a single one, its shape as yet unclear. Then they are more, bright and clearly visible, their voices like long, deep echoes. They are young and radiant, with laughing eyes. They are old and stately, with cloaks reminding of wings, or shadows rippling across water. Their words are webs spun of meaning.
In my hand I am holding the drum, pale and round like the moon, and my beats are determined. I am calling my friends and they come.
They greet me like an old love, like a young novice. They know I am ready, for the veils between the worlds part for who dares to wade through them. There is a need for wanderers who are willing to cross over, to bring back what is waiting on the other side.
I am calling my friends and they come. They are many, for they know the courage it takes to make this journey. They are traveling on the wind, on the quivering silence of the light.
I am grateful for their presence. When they are with me I can see so much clearer. I may show my power. I may take off my masks. I may speak, however feeble my voice might sound. I may slip and go under, but I will not drown.
I am calling my friends and they come.
The drum is growling and humming, its vibrations weaving the web of the world.
What is sown, will grow.
What is trapped, will break out.
What lives, will die.
I am standing on the edge, one foot on each side, and the drum in my hand is a beating heart. I allow the stream to pass through me. I am the stream.
I am calling my friends to me in the circle.
And they come.
The SAPLING series is a joint project with artist and illustrator Jurgen Walschot.
Saplings are creative sprouts. I will write to the images, he will draw to the words.
