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Poem: Tribal Beat

In the garden of the world
There rises up a tribal beat
Coming from the dancing feet
Of those ancient bodies
Dancing and stomping in time 
In sacred rhythm and rhyme
That has always existed
As a deep felt vibration
Through the earth’s foundation
Up into the bodies of its children
Those eternal world people
Singing praise at the steeple
Of the dark skies of heaven 
Repeating mantras of superstition
Passed down through oral tradition
That protects them from dark effects 
That they know lie just beyond the shadow

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