this was based on a heart felt poem a friend of mine wrote: See how you interpret it.
No missed beats.
Only a drum whispering a rhythm that beats with the eternity of time.
I'm playing this drum. I'm letting my palms touch the taut leather. I'm not climbing up or sliding down. I'm being; the reciprocity of time and measure, of beat and melody expressing a freedom only felt when you are playing the music; not reading it, not even listening it...
There is no solace, no future, no protection. There is life being you. In you. Like a tree leaning towards the light, the benign whisper of leaves talking in the wind, the hum of life and sun and being full of nature, of life.
I'm feeling the light of the world, of the lasting sun pouring down.
I grow taller the more I feel you.
I get closer to you the more you nourish me.
I more I evolve into me, the more I let go of me.
Stretch me thin, into a malleable indestructible metal,
Not shiny, not rusty. Just metal. Something clear as a mirror. Something undefined as mud.
Don't define me; life, the melody of trees, the evolution of butterflies, the stroke of a genius a moving river holds, the sound a child makes, the eyes of a puppy makes, the being in this little "l" of little.
I'm leaving a trace that vanishes with the last idea. The last breath. The last laugh. The last joyful smile.
Recognizing the last of everything we are, do, be, in every breath, is knowing we are grateful for our next.
And our next.
And our next.