Visiting Valhalla

There are times when one finds that things require only their own frequency to come in to being. Its own pace; its own rhythm. . .

 And when one necessitates that IT comes into being, one must essentially be required to tap into this rhythm and wait till IT’s crescendo is first attained then hopefully sustained. These matters cannot be hurried. Its rate cannot be catalyzed. Suffice to say, that, one must endure and by so doing, learn patience.

But all this is particularly embarrassing for the man who thinks he has not time. What does it even mean to have or not have time? Anyway, it is an enforced/endured suppression of his rhythm, because; his rhythm in this case is not what brings things into being. His rhythm is that of expectation; hollow and out of tune with the natural order of things. His is tuned to receive and not to create. Is it not why, when we set out to define a discipline, we do so by suppressing what is other to that discipline so that it may be seen to be untied to what was? Hence, in tapping into the order of the celestial; the order of nature, his hollow rhythm is suppressed because he now becomes part of the creation of things and, is created anew. When this happens, he resonates with the celestial and maintains an amplified harmony with nature-his nature.

Thus, we can say that the rhythm of nature multiplies creation; slowly, deliberately, and with unmistakeable purpose. Is it, perchance, the reason why the fast paced beat moves the limbs but only the well timed one moves the heart? Or perhaps why good health depends on a steady rhythmic pumping of the heart?

 It is manifested as the seed germinates, deliberately, breaking through the earth to claim its assigned space under the sun. Existing in reality and above the lump of earth that hitherto buried it; nourished by what overwhelmed it until that alone now sustains it. And then, it stands, mighty and proud, worthy of the lines of prose of his Baker Field;

‘….are fit to stand before Valhalla..’