Breathe deep

Bring forth the Word from the depth of the intellect
Name the world, and draw breath
And breathe the rhythms that interweave and seethe
With the force of vitality, Word is the seed
Sown in the song of the griot who hails
The deeds eternal, breathe deep and inhale
Bring forth the sound to the sign inscribed
And breathe out the sign pronounced in your mind
The Word, the seed, the breeze in your chords
Strums a note in your throat, corresponding to your thoughts
Aaaahhhhh, breathe yourself a drum
To the rhythmic oxygenic flex of the lungs
As Word is to seed, breath is to the wind
Sound to the sign, let the dance begin
Name every last member of the tribe
Sign the memories immortal in the song of the scribe
By the vertical gateway of a treetrunk rise
And fall, the breath, the chest, the sighs
The pattern of voices, of drums multiplied
Each in its own time, but fully synchronized
Span ages, song is the soil and the seed
Of the Word take root as the name is decreed
Breathe deep, the invocation, the phrase lips shape in
Soul intonation cross nations as the
Chorus calls, innermost core resonates
Pah-kaaahhhh, as the percussion detonates
The broken ko-laahhh, notes of the ko-raahhh
Celebrate life like a soul Ma-kosaahhh
Breathe deep
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Breathe deep



copyright A. Bansfield, 2002