TM Dance

Some humans say, "In the beginning was the word." They're kidding you. In the beginning was the Dance. Look at it. You've got the instruments to see, now - look at the dance of the atoms, choosing their partners for the reel. Look at the molecules setting out to skip the Drunkard’s walk. Look at the whirl of the planets, spinning out, spinning in, round and out and spin and twirl. That’s real dancing, everything set and balanced and right. Don't call me The Lord of that Dance. That's a real big job.

Them things ain’t alive, though. When you get onto the living level, down to the basics - in the beginning was the beat! The first sound you heard was that beat, the strong, rhythmic beat of the oldest drum of all. The beat of the blood. The drum of your mother's heart, the pulse of your own, the beat in the blood dancing the life through your body. The first instrument that mankind ever made was the drum.

In the beginning was the word? Well maybe, in a way, if you mean the beginning of thinking how to put a neat shape around things - but the beat was first and then even when the Shaman syncopated it the beat went on.

When you die, mostly the last sound you hear is that beat, drumming in your ears, slowing and fading and faltering and … gone… whispering into the background pulse of your world.

In the meantime you dance. Not just to my music. That heartbeat throb is your very own.

Of course, the songs, the feelings, the energy, the love and the hate and the whole damn Gig – that’s another story.

Muse; “Sweet” the Singing Demon
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