THE RHYTHM THAT BELONGS TO BOTH WORLDS

The elders say
that every heartbeat is a traveler—
crossing the space
between earth and spirit,
carrying stories
where words cannot reach.
Those who listen closely
learn that guidance
does not always come from above;
sometimes it rises
from the quiet places,
from the patience of water,
from the steadiness of those
who have walked long paths
in silence.
In these moments,
the world becomes a circle—
sound meeting stillness,
trust meeting truth,
the seen and unseen
learning once more
how to speak to each other.
And we are reminded
that harmony is not given —
It is made,
slowly and sincerely,
with the kind of respect
that echoes far
beyond a single life.