Now, in Unison!

The pumping pulse,

A rhythm carrying ‘ancient’

Made only by a singular beat —

A song so simple, so powerful,

The thundering proof of God.

And in love (or God), as some might name it,

One listens intently.

Not to subdue or control that

Etching of being, but to honor.

And thank it.

The accompaniment, equally a soloist,

Is the breath and subtle ‘whoosh!’

Of breath — another talented self-instrumentalist

Who acquiesces in ‘one’s’, a slower companion

To the heart, who, wildly, sometimes gallops

And races in its own direction.

Then we meet the Overseer,

The silence in between.

Transformed as ‘space’ or ‘no-thing’, it allows

This symphony of life, ever present,

Even behind, when the rest of the body

Is making a racket.

This Overseer watches the songs of

Rocks and rivers, beings with such

Mellifluous melodies,

Spread between the stars and sky.

Accepting,

Eternal.

Allowing.

Bask in this Overture, dearest,

And marvel in the stories

Of experience <3