Drumming Omnipotence

I think we are all drummers – of course, drum musicians know that drumming is not just pounding on the skins (well, vinyl these days) – there is also, soulful brushwork, and finessing of symbols...not everyone a crash; drums breathe -- all parts -- from outer shells to inner resonance; influenced also by surface temperature, humidity of the room, and the echos of their wall enclosure or freedom – not so different from the maker: our hearts are echo-chambers...especially our minds, the garbage in the garbage out – we echo love or the discourse of the environment – we are beat spirited rhythms, shuffles and stomps of feet – tasteful entrees and all that a desire can eat – seeming devils at times, that only our surrender to God can defeat – Yes! God is a drummer: no moving instrument of being without its core sound – a universe of timpani, some quite square, but really, all is round – the universe a lively Topsy, a swing and a shout – we leap and twirl in time – knowing time, not gravity, keeps us down, shuts us in, or keep us up and highly out. Even at my age, more apt to honestly, sweat-fully gig, than play under any, pretentious, perfumed wig.