When we bang the drum and break the doldrums open with shots like pistols from Poseidon’s personal arsenal we set the self in motion and change our position.
We ply open the playing field to secure a potion – a panacea which will stop the repetition – which will mend our condition and show us salvation. It’s time for undulation!
Float on waves of understanding with ears open eating everything- every angelic sound from key and string. If you are not blessed with coordination you can still understand the condition and make the decision to tap the river gently.
You can bring your skin with no rhythm-
You are not unwelcome! We are all danceless until our legs start moving and the blood starts flowing and the synapses start exploding-
That’s when the realization hits the ground running and you can see in your stride what it means to drum the dream of freedom.