By The Literary Masturbator™

I sit in silence, in solitude and I…breathe

Breath is life

Breath is spirit

I breathe in the stillness, and exhale any thoughts and beliefs that are contrary to peace and abundance

An ancestral drum beats and I hear it as it sets the cadence, the pace of my being

I walk to its rhythms, synchronized to the thump of my heart

As the blood courses through my veins, the beat is solid and set for only me

I am dancing to the tempo created in the music of my mind

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