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.
Boidh Se!
-SM
“Lost in a thicket, bare-foot upon a thorn path.”
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