Being (poetry + art)

Sometimes I start dancing, no real reason,
then I move along to the next season.

Rarely one to sing, but I feel the beats,
all these sounds come out and I feel at peace.

Drumming in my dreams, the past lives unfold;
Never been one to do what I was told.

Feeling the rhythm in my poetry;
Can you feel it too? This is my heart beat.

It pumps for everything and we're all one;
Syncopating the source of creation.

When our frequencies align, space and time,
we can flow together with our souls' rhyme.