Pulse

Listen to the pulsation of the world, the breath contained, the breath found, deployed. Listen to the beat of your heart, the pulse of life, the song of the earth. Lie down against it, against the skin, against the palm of time. Listen to the memory that rumbles. Listen to my voice that joins yours, and keep your hand open... It is also a message of tolerance represented here by something organic that can remind us of a heart.