Rhythm
The beats echo…
resound on the walls of my innermost cave.
The patterned sounds come and go,
come and go,
and set free my hidden-most slave.
The beats echo…
resound on the walls of my innermost cave.
The patterned sounds come and go,
come and go,
and set free my hidden-most slave.
There lies within the nucleus of Life a certain Divinity;
a Holy silence.
The peace within this motionlessness
is simply too amazing for us to see –
an awe-inspiring, blinding brilliance.