When I engage in creative pursuits
and I climb to heights where my soul sways to the rhythm of rightness,
I know then that I must proceed,
I must keep rising.
This is what I must do,
where I must go.
I massage the words, the vision or the idea
by applying pressure and gentle caress.
I kneed out the cramped muscles of the mundane
and release the tensions of tradition,
unlocking the portal to possibilities.
I pierce the dimensional barrier
and ascend to a realm of resonance
where I synch with destiny.
Trecking up the rocky peak of rightness,
viewing the valley that forged me,
my heart's beat reverberates through every fiber of my being
with delight and the certainty that
when I jump off this creative cliff, I will fly!
My lips tremble,
my eyes swell
and I leap!
Spreading my wings,
I soar, flydancing to a rhythm
that nourishes my soul.
I'll Go Rhythm!