the voice He whispers in words unsaid
in the breeze 'pon barley heads
in the air amongst the leaves
there the One, His spirit weaves

in the water, in the forest,
in the glistening fur of fawn,
the shades of green as window florist
in the stillness of the dawn

'speak to me', i hear him whisper
in the voice of unsaid words
in the spirit of the Drifter
'midst the song of singing birds

hidden from all, as riverbed
far beneath the murky water,
where the shy young otters tread,
there He hugs His only daughter

there He whispers words unsaid
as we drift away from shore
hearts abeat as newly wed
as He lets my spirit soar

not upon the concrete structure
nor in the roar of man
the etiquette of modern culture
or governmental plan

nor in the sound of raw cascade
of rocks or shining water
in mountain hills, 'pon forest glade
nor in the lightening slaughter

of lions 'gainst their weaker prey
of men against each other
in steepled church of moral decay
'midst hugs of strangled brother

but in the breath of sweetest child
that whispers to his God
in humility of person mild
that lets himself be trod

in the vapour of the nothing
in your heart upcurled
there the word of God Who's loving
there the base of world

walk, he said, on tiptoe,
make sure your voice unheard,
leave the body far below,
the soul with wings of bird

fly to place untouched
soft, he said, with tenure,
each space with mind enclutch
spirit on soul adventure

meld unto the substance
step by step the climb
head bent in allegiance
in place that's void of time

boom boom boom the djembe goes
a dance, in rhythmic throws,
on bougarabou and ngoma drum,
the frenzied beating thumb

ooooh ooooh ahh the spirit grows
body at soul's behest
twists 'n turns, the birthing throes
soul 'n spirit possessed

bom bom bom, the djembe goes
in prance the rhythm flows
dum patter pat, together we hum,
ashiko and djun-djun drum

bom bom bom, the djembe goes
in trance, cataclysmic pose,
with doumbek and the talking drum
sing spirits in fingers' strum.

bom bom bom goes the djembes
ashiko and ngoma drums
dancing rhythmic on the embers
body to spirit succumbs.