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