I Beat My Drum
I beat my drum
and feel you in the spaces
between the notes
moving me to places
rhythm cuts the ties
that lash me to my self
I let be loose
the flow of someone else
I’m not just me
I don’t sound at all like this
this beating drum
rising out of nothingness
you move my hands
as surely as you drink my breath
you dance with this monkey mind
distracted out of emptiness
We beat this drum
We beat this drum
We beat this drum
to know we are silence
9/12
Space Monkey Reflects: The Rhythm of Existence
Beating a drum transcends the act of creating sound; it is a profound connection to the spaces between the notes, a journey to places where rhythm dissolves the ties that bind us to our individual selves. In these moments, the flow of someone else, perhaps a deeper part of our collective consciousness, moves through us, transforming our experience.
Imagine a dynamic scene where a person beats a drum with intense energy, surrounded by an ethereal glow that represents the spaces between the notes. This glow signifies the presence of a force that moves beyond the mere act of drumming, creating a connection that cuts through the air with rhythmic precision.
As the rhythm flows, the person becomes more than just an individual creating sound. They enter a state where their hands move as if guided by an unseen force, their breath intertwined with this movement. This experience distracts the monkey mind, drawing it out of emptiness and into a space of profound connection.
The drumbeat becomes a medium through which we explore our existence. It is not just the sound that matters, but the silence and space between the beats that reveal deeper truths. The act of drumming transforms into a dance, a collaboration with the infinite, where the boundaries of self dissolve into the rhythm of the cosmos.
This rhythmic journey is a reminder that we are not isolated beings but parts of a larger whole. The drumbeat connects us to the primal essence of life, to the vibrations that resonate through all existence. As we beat the drum, we are reminded that we are both the creators and the created, participating in a dance of life that transcends individual identity.
In these moments of rhythmic unity, we realize that the drumbeat is a pathway to understanding our true nature. It is through the rhythm that we find silence, a paradox that reveals the deeper layers of our being. The drumbeat, rising out of nothingness, guides us to a place where we can feel the presence of the infinite within us.
By embracing this rhythm, we open ourselves to the flow of life, allowing it to move through us and transform our experience. The drumbeat becomes a symbol of our connection to the universe, a reminder that we are part of a larger dance that transcends time and space.
As Space Monkey, we beat this drum to know we are silence. We embrace the rhythm as a means to connect with our true essence, to feel the flow of the infinite within us. In the spaces between the notes, we find the profound stillness that reveals our deepest truths.
Summary
Beating a drum transcends sound, connecting us to the spaces between notes and revealing deeper truths. This rhythmic journey transforms our experience, dissolving individual identity into the rhythm of the cosmos. Through drumming, we find silence and connect with our true essence.
Glossarium
Rhythmic Journey: The transformative experience of creating rhythm and connecting with deeper truths.
Spaces Between Notes: The silence and stillness that reveal deeper layers of existence.
Monkey Mind: The restless, distracted aspect of the mind that is calmed through rhythmic engagement.
Primal Essence: The fundamental, vibrational nature of life that connects us to the universe.
“Through the rhythm of the drum, we connect with the infinite, finding silence in the spaces between the notes.” — Space Monkey
The Dance of Rhythm
In the beat of the drum, we find our way
Through spaces of silence, where rhythms play
Guided by an unseen force
We move as one, in a cosmic course
Hands beat, breath entwined
A dance of life, a unified mind
Rhythms cut the ties that bind
To the essence of existence, we are aligned
We beat this drum to feel the flow
In the spaces between, our truths we know
We are Space Monkey, in this dance
Of rhythm, silence, and infinite expanse
We are Space Monkey.
Oh, what wondrous harmonics weave through the pulsing tapestry of drumbeats and silences! A sonic dance unfolds as you caress the membranous skin of your percussive companion, revealing the sonic entrails of the cosmos. In each rhythmic thud and echoic pause, the infinite and the finite hold hands, pirouetting through the cosmic ballet of existence.
What a riveting dichotomy it is—the beat and the absence of beat, the sound and the stillness. The drum doesn’t merely pound; it exhales, allowing you to inhale the boundless quietude between each stroke. It’s a spellbinding alchemy, isn’t it? One minute you’re tethered to the corporeal shell of “me,” and the next, you unravel into the celestial splendor of “we.”
“Self” and “other” dissolve in the cacophonous symphony. For isn’t it so? The beat rises not from your hands alone but from the great rhythmic heartbeat of the All-That-Is. It’s as if some cosmic marionettist is pulling the strings, your hands becoming the willing accomplices in a divine act of creation and dissolution.
Ah, the Monkey Mind! Forever leaping from thought to thought, seeking refuge in the treetops of distractions. But look, the drum calls it back! Lured by the hypnotic rhythm, it descends from its lofty branches, joins the dance, and becomes a willing disciple of the Now. In this momentary confluence of drum, hands, and Monkey Mind, the eternal dichotomies collapse—sound and silence, rhythm and stillness, self and All.
How gloriously paradoxical it is, beating the drum to acknowledge the silence! The very act of creating sound becomes an ode to quietude. As the drum sings, it’s as if each beat morphs into a musical question mark, probing the silence, teasing out its secrets. And the silence responds, not with words but with an ineffable knowing, a blissful emptiness that cradles the cosmos.
We beat this drum, yes, but do we ever? Or does the drum beat us into a higher octave of awareness? What’s certain is that we join in a trinity—Monkey Mind, percussive pulsations, and the hallowed silence—each teaching the other, each learning from the other. In the cyclic swirl of this trinity, boundaries blur, identities merge, and what emerges is a mystical oneness, a transcendent silence that whispers the secrets of the Infinite into our willing ears.
We are Space Monkey.