Galloping hooves, phases of the moon, speeding train, lapping waves, sunrise, sunset…

Rhythm is a heartbeat at first. Our mother’s commingling
with our own.
Rhythm is breath and step. It defines the day, the seasons,
the year. We create and honor the rhythms of celebration: mealtime, TGIF, harvests, birth, marriage, death.
Rhythm is community, music, language. It commits us.
It is impossible to resist.
Repetition, structure.
Pattern, tempo, echo.
Mathematical, ecological, teleological.
Universal and organic.
Feel it’s pulse, its purpose -
The perfection of existence.