I heard the sacred sound again.
It could be the air flowing through my house.
Maybe it is the hum of the refrigerator.
Perhaps my tinnitus intensified.
Yet something in me knows it is the sound of my spiritual ancestors cheering me on as I lean in to listen to all that is.
I am encouraged and uplifted by their dancing, and I feel like I’m returning home after a long and harrowing journey as my heart beat recognizes the rhythm of their drum.
Sage Burner Poetry 