Today I acquired a medicine drum from a woman with silver yellow hair who is roommates with a six foot snake and moved to Taos so she could see the sky and belly dance with a Sufi master and escape her marriage to a professor who had eyes for everyone but her
A wise man tells her she is a queen from the future dreaming the now
So you see: we are after all mere fragments of an astral simulation
being dreamed of by a silver yellow haired snake lady
Kurzweil was close but mistaken
for he overlooked the matriarch
(They always do)
She knows too well that everything is vibration: Her womb was stitched back together by a throatsinger She makes drums from the hides of elk and bathes people in their frequencies waking lost souls from comas by simulating the human heartbeat She knows all about the mighty heart:
The Pueblo elders taught her to splash cold water on her chest first thing in the morning to shock the heart awake
so that it speaks louder than the mind
a sentiment that resonates with the advice an old Argentinian man who smoked an enormous pipe gave me when I was hitchhiking in the mountains of Córdoba: “Poca cabeza, mucho corazón.”
I play my drum each morning
to drown out my mind with its heartbeat