Tuesday, May 8, 2012


Puffy clouds lift behind, trailing as my car trembles
upon rocky desert path, ominous vortex
leading me towards mountain's dark embrace.

My destination, a microcosmic circle of humanity,
ready to engage in hope, of ancient mystic ritual
executed via a motley blend of sounds and faiths.
We sing Native chants of unknown lyrics.
Our drums pulsate in synchronicity
(boom   boom    boom    boom)
with our hearts' sacred intent.

Gradually, slowly, drenched in light
she appears, as if only for us,
Sister Moon smiling,
delighted at our primitive display
of souls seeking to meld
with nature's cosmic revolution
of time and space.

The circle is then broken, pulled
open by the gravity of routine living,
As I drive home, Sister Moon winks
in camaraderie, confirming our connection,
reassuring our relation, and thanking me
for not having concrete rhyme or reason,
and yet immersing in the circle, intuitively.

(Submitted to: Dverse Poets.)

When a friend invited me, my first inclination was not to go.  So I don't know if it was intuition or just my usual "aiming to please" attitude that prompted me to attend this drumming circle.  It is something I have not done in all the years I've lived in New Mexico.  I'm sorry to admit I don't remember the tribe of the woman who led our group.  But she was a terrific singer and taught us (at least for the moment) some chants that we repeated with respect and honor.

I'm so glad I went.  Amazingly, time seemed to stand still, and the moon took an eternity to peek out from behind my mountains.  Was that an expansion of consciousness?  Perhaps.

I smile as I recall observing a rain dance for the first time.  Though it had been a clear, sunny day, the rain began to pour.  I was enthralled.

"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.  It is the source of all true art and all science."
Albert Einstein




  1. This was beautiful. I would have gone to such an event. I WOULD go to such events if I anticipated an acceptance of my materialistic worldview. It's always the dogma that gets in the way.

    I so enjoy the image of you in that circle under the full moon, which was the pallor of death this week outside my own window.

  2. This is beautiful and sounds like an amazing night :)

  3. My dear Myrna,
    This is full of emotions. Just my style...the kind that thrills my heart. You have hidden talent my friend. Thank you so much for sharing this heartfelt piece with us.

  4. oh i bet that was awesome...i def would have gone just to be a part of it...what a bit of magic...nice capture of it in verse as well myrna....

    i fixed your link...smiles.

  5. I would love to attend one of those..feeling the connection with the moon and the other members. Thanks for sharing your experience.

  6. i am with Sir Brian... awesome!


  7. It feels like you captured the magic of that moment, preserved for eternity the chant of the voices, and the motion of the moon.

  8. That would be fun to attend it sounds like, quite the experience. Although there ay never is reason there is always rhyme for not to have any would be treason..lol

  9. wow...sounds like quite the experience...thanks for capturing a bit of the magic in your verse...would love to have joined.. and i like the einstein quote as well...einstein was a cool guy...and you're cool as well...smiles

  10. Looks like a fertility ritual by women. I have read a lot about these new moon rituals. Would like to see one. Glad that you went.

    Joy always,

  11. So serene n meditative!
    I feel so connected to moon so loved your words here <3

    hugs xo

  12. Calming and meditative. I felt myself drifting.. Lovely

  13. Absolutely beautiful poem. I felt as if I were right there with you, waiting for the moon to arrive.

  14. Sounds like such a cool thing--I'm glad you went, to.

  15. Thank you for sharing this experience with us. Wow.

  16. Hi Myrna, I just nominated you for the Versatile Blogger and Beautiful blogger awards! You can check it on my latest Blog post!


  17. Myrna that must have been some experience. So mystical and so in tune with nature. I loved the way you expressed your experience in your poem.