The Thousand Stringed Instrument…

The thousand stringed instrument of my inner horizons yearns to be played,

To be beckoned forth once more,

To be met in the oak-madrone grove that they call home,

Who will leave the concrete jungle?

Who will go barefoot & naked into this wild glen?

Who shall wander into the recesses of primal beauty,

And stumble upon the harp of my heart?

The thousand stringed instrument…

Wood carved of Koa & Yew, Cedar & Bay,

Strings woven of Milkweed & Nettle, Dogbane & Tule

The thousand stringed instrument crafted & tuned by a thousand wild mentors,

Who will journey into this wild glen?

Who shall play our indigenous melody,

Not to claim, not to own, not to strip away from our ancestral home,

Who shall play our indigenous melody,

Simply because they know the world needs our song.