There is a rhythm to life

There is a rhythm to life 

That can’t be matched
Can’t be guessed 
Can’t be controlled

You fall into it

It steps forward, backwards,
Upward and downwards
None is a weaker move 

None is any less 

There is a rhythm to life that is uncanny

It can’t be told
It can’t be moved 
It simply can be listened to

It peeks sometimes yet mostly it lies hidden
afraid it will scare you, its eyes it close

You cant wake up to it
You will never see it
It will always hold you 
Like you have never been held before 

It’s a faint loud cry 
in a joyful smile crackling 
over a fire of tranquil body of water 
swaying in unison and turmoil 
without breaking a sweat

That’s the fury of how it feels, sound, and is sensed 
from every sight you open your eyes to.
to every bat of an eyelid 
rendering darkness to instant light 
in the endless setting of a burning sun 
glazed by a silver rocky moon it throbs.

There is a rhythm to life 

that steps before you, 
that beats louder than you 
and in its resolve leaves you alive.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~