People in our culture play the polyrhythms of their life,
but don't play or tell the Rhythm inside those rhythms.
They know it - but they don't play it, and they don't
tell it; that is the work of "the Gods", they say, to play
that simpler, steadier Rhythm... That Holy Rhythm that
is the signature of life itself.
but don't play or tell the Rhythm inside those rhythms.
They know it - but they don't play it, and they don't
tell it; that is the work of "the Gods", they say, to play
that simpler, steadier Rhythm... That Holy Rhythm that
is the signature of life itself.
As you get into the sway of that Rhythm, you realize
you've been playing everything around the Rhythm,
everything but the Rhythm itself, trying all the
possibilities you found until all that's left is to be
told and played by the simple, ragged syncopation of
your days.
you've been playing everything around the Rhythm,
everything but the Rhythm itself, trying all the
possibilities you found until all that's left is to be
told and played by the simple, ragged syncopation of
your days.
That's when the Rhythm finally is able to have its way
with you. It's like answering at last somebody who's
been calling your name for years. You play the rhythms
and you learn the Rhythm, and you move accordingly...
with you. It's like answering at last somebody who's
been calling your name for years. You play the rhythms
and you learn the Rhythm, and you move accordingly...
Stephen Jenkinson
from: Die Wise
from: Die Wise
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Vortex Art - Mystic Meandering
2012
2012
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