Like man, what's the rush?

Abstract strokes dance on a jazz canvas, Colors swirl like notes on the air, Jazz plays softly, a breath in the silence, Grooves poppin' in your mind, Thoughts leap, meditation runs deep in your life of being, In the clutter of your jazz life, Art breaks free, a gentle rebellion, you are free, Bringing peace in your day, Meditation paints moments, a home inside our souls. Rhythms pulse, a heartbeat, Spiritual jazz in our bones, Melodies flow, We breathe deeper, Finding space, finding freedom, Amid the everyday fountains of encounters, that it has to be done, Like man, what's the rush?