Rhythm

Can a man sense its movement

Can he swim in the spirit

Wash in the wind of light

Seer’s dream watches the night

prophets come to read the blind

They dance in the Rhythm

They sing in riddles

Gates of light they open

Catching the stargaze they hope in

To those who Wonder, come

Catch the movement

Listen to the song of light

Speak of its riddles

and the gate shall open