Truly memorable. Resonating deeply from within our souls, the instrument of the heart, ancient and forever. The drum speaks the first native language of all nations and peoples.
It was our first memory, where two rhythms become one. Our first experience of loss. The journey before the arrival. The holy drumbeat beckons our Spirits home. The great return.
We travel. We are travelers of vortices, space, and sound, moving through worlds seen and unseen. The cosmic pulse, inward and outward. You are your heartbeat, every rhythm echos into your soul. This is the sacred dance of creation. We move into this life, we move out of this life.
When the heartbeat finally enters into total stillness, the journey concludes. In that quiet moment, the echoes of a life lived begin to settle into the tapestry of eternity. A story is written, etched into the memories of those who walked beside you, who loved you, who witnessed the essence of your being.
Who will write your story? Who will carry your voice? Who will remember the songs you sang in joy and in sorrow?
The story of your life is woven not just by your hands, but by the hearts of those who remain. Will they honor your visions, will they cherish your love? Will they drum for you?
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