The Hearts Rhythm
My heart is playing a rhythm that no one can sing, everyone gather’s around to listen to this unique sound that originates from the depth of the sea and captures the howling of the breeze. It is not the sonic boom that you often hear at noon, it is a rare sound that caused the universe to move around.
Morning parachute through the compassionate skies, watching the clouds dancing barefooted on the open ground, with daggers positions all around. Everything was pointing at me, and I could not move beyond the mountain that stands up like a dragon in the middle of the sea; half human, half animal with a strange tail that no one understands. They look at it for hours trying to absorb its powers, but the imagination quickly fades away, giving rise to a brand-new day.
My heart is playing a rhythm that the European Union cannot sing, the sound is different, and the language is hard to comprehend. Russia cannot move to it, and America is seduced by it. I open the door to see if I could understand some more but the rhythm kept playing and the branches on the trees kept swaying; the minute I open my mouth the universe began to shout.
We journey through this moment in time, waiting for the perfect time to get everyone to form a line, but the keep trickling in one by one, without reservation, persuasion, or commitment.
Opinions of diverse culture flood the secret order. It’s the greed of the world that continues to oppress little boys and girls, whose heart’s rhythm keep jumping up and down on the floor. Send for the doctor for me and leads me to the other part of the shore, listen to the rhythm and teach the universe how to sing.
China has a rhythm that can take decades to understand, but gravity on earth, will help you to understand, the position of everything and the rhythm that you have to sing.
Peking opera is fine but Peking duck has lots of oil, it is reserved for Chinese guest, but the taste will cause you to hold your breath. If you understand the Chinese rhythm, the universe will start singing.
My heart is playing a mysterious rhythm, so come and see me to work out a new strategy; you cannot hold the world ransom for much longer, you have got to do something to open the valve that leads to the heart and straighten the instrument that is opposing the rhythm.
My heart is playing a rhythm, and it is my soul’s rhythm; my heart is playing a rhythm, and it is the rhythm of my soul, so make haste to change the pattern in a positive way, so that my heart’s rhythm can find the right valve to continue this rigorous journey.
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