Listen to the rhythm of the beat. Whether it comes by drum or rattle doesn’t matter. Or if it is in the resonance of a chant or the stomping of feet doesn’t matter. Listen to the beat and let the time between echo into the background. The rhythm does not have to come by instrument but can be the swish of the broom when cleaning, the pounding of one’s feet when running, or even the breathe as it pauses on the in and out. It doesn’t matter; just find the rhythm and focus.
Focus upon just the moment of the stroke. Grasp for it just as is slips between the proverbial fingers of the mind—ever changing. Each zenith passes into the past to be refocused upon the next. Hold space for the beat and nothing else, focus there. Allow the beats to become one, to become a gateway through which your awareness steps across the abyss of the personal into that of the eternal.
“Lost in a thicket, bare-foot upon a thorn path.”