What does Rhythm mean to you?

What does rhythm mean to you?

Rhythm for me is that moment when the noises within become so chaotic that I start listing down sounds I hear around me.

Morning sounds. 

A prayer chant, a distinct flute and the sound of hope and belief

Afternoon sounds. 

A lazy cat, a quiet nap and the sound of sleep

Sounds that the night carries.

The moon flirting with the stars, pitch dark midnight and the sound of dreams.

Just listing them down paves a trail towards silence within me. A calm blue getting stirred in a milky white with a dash of glitter, like a beautiful art piece on my mind

A woman brooming her front yard, the sound of decluttering

A vehicle on the street, the sound of traversing

My drafting table creaking, the sound of object companionship gracefully ageing

Doors opening, the sound of a new opportunity 

Fly buzzing, the sound of doing nothing 

Gates, neighbours and the summer sun speaking a sharp language 

Children playing outside, the sound of childhood and joy 

Birds chirping, the sound of love and waiting 

An auto passing, the sound of a story on three wheels moving  

A flight through the clouds, the sound of a journey 

The fan whirring, the sound of repetition and practice 

My breath. The sound of life.

My breath then slowly starts streamlining to a comforting sound of a wave.

My hard heartbeat fading into a silence so steep 

The sound of writing on paper. Of release.

The sound of cooking from the kitchen.

Stirring. Sautéing. Mustard spluttering. Home cooked dal simmering. The sound of unconditional love spilling.

The tap-water running. Fast and in flow.

And just like that,

I watch.

I watch and witness that precious moment where anxiety turns into quiet.

Where chaos and disconnect melt into presence.

Where I settle, sit down and simply listen to stories around me.

Rhythm for me, is when I slip into a state so easy like a breezy Sunday morning,

And in that moment,

I breathe deep, let go and dive into just being

Like a purple ink drop colouring the ocean,

I just begin to be.

~Vajj©


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