there’s a drum rhythm that sends a soul reverberating
a vibration,
resonant & synchronous,
building dynamic tension through the bones,
until the last slap of the skin shatters the crusty buildup on the soul wall,
and it crashes — crumbling to dust
“Shattering the crusty build-up wall of the soul “… something good coming out of destruction ! Is it the ‘aham’ which turns into dust?
Beautiful lines !!
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