THE RHYTHM OF ME, MYSELF, AND I

 

A drum roll pounding in one's head, not on one's head, a routinely tapping meditative rat a tat tat, the moving of one's leg to the rhythm, the motion of one's fingers on the keyboard, in sync with yourself, "me myself and I".

What tune is it in your head? A tune you remember or a new tune you create, the clearing of one's throat, to have a voice, whether you voice your voice or not.

Your forehead as your target, closed eyes to feel your darkness and peace in singularity. Whether there is silence or not, to be in silence because you hook up with sound of the moving leaves on trees and the whistles of the birds in bushes.

Walking and talking, silently, shoes that tip toe, ballet shoes, leather brushing against tar, legs that pump, feet that never tire, sitting at your will or standing, leaning, Amidah to lean on one leg.

Allergies seasonally, sinuses aware and open, pollen everywhere, bees that bring pollen from one flower to another. The buzzing of bees busy bees, busy as a bee. Typing writing, in a constant spelling bee, words that come forth as words from God, Words of Torah, Words unknown except from the constant study of Torah. 

Studying Torah is the way God talks to us. Our singing, thanking meditating and praising God is the way we talk back to God.

Thanking God for your close relationship to Him and for His to us.