{"id":26057,"date":"2016-08-13T23:57:02","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T03:57:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26057"},"modified":"2016-08-13T23:57:02","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T03:57:02","slug":"15-drumbeats-the-heart-non-metaphor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/15-drumbeats-the-heart-non-metaphor\/","title":{"rendered":"#15 &#8211; Drumbeats (The heart, non-metaphor)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Our left hands clasped in firm embrace<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0chowilawu, whites use the right to show disarmament<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0we use the left because it is closest to the heart<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Our right hands went to the heart within our chests<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0this is your drum, my son, it is your rhythm of life<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0it is given to you by the Mother, it is meant to be shared<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">He leaned forward and touched together our foreheads<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0there is a large circled vein surrounding your brain<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0it cools and provides your mind sustenance<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0it feeds the feeling and empathy receptors in the front<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">We held this position for several minutes<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0the blood is physical, chowilawu, and we have shared it<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0it is also energy and as it flows it moves from me to you<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0it has become a closed loop circle between us<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0the Mother provides us ways and we must be aware<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0the heart is blood and flow and oxygen and so much more<br \/>\n<span style=\"font-family: 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