I burned through the day
Knowing the night would devour me
I motioned the moon to come closer
Filled the drum with my mind
Nothing played but stillness
Clever and round
Waiting for me to pay
Beyond white sound
I follow bells that can’t be heard
Bells of land bells of birds
Empty husks of plants
Follow my love into the formless
Brine of ocean in my fingers blood
Touch the still point in you
The reckoning looks twice at me
Mending the thousands in the steeple
Of my nights point heart pinion
In the passage of my soul journey
With my story of hunt and be hunted
Valley choose me for the low places
Where we all have been
Rise again in whispers of silent leaves
Place where you can’t recall who you are
Alone in the world dreaming
Attached to bone and stone
Winter sun drum on me
Dancing in the sieve
Bees make me fly into the speechless
Drunk on the lawless law
Emotion of stars, wind and sun in my blood
Wanting to be all things
And conjure what I can out of these
Out of these stories
Brandish my parchment of truth
Play my best note until the refrain
Floods across the names we call home.
Brian Brogan is a rogue artist, a visionary that paints with energy. His pieces are primal, shamanistic; showing human’s indigenous spirituality and equality. Brian constantly pushes color and texture. He works in a variety of mediums including paste, stucco, polymer and acrylics. Brian’s work is universal and crosses socioeconomic and cultural boundaries. His intentions are to simply honor the human spirit. He accomplishes this with a stunningly unique style and palette. You can connect with Brian on facebook, and/or visit his websites: www.thepaintedstory.com or www.shaman-art-fengshui.blogspot.com
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