In the doing it's done,
in the singing it's sung,
under the moon it's run.
A repeated-enough-rhythm,
drum-sung, drum-run,
lets us sing our hearts,
run our soul,
wink the effort-glow.
Run, the body sings; run on, the mind quietens, then quivers; futther on, mind-body merge ... you blossom.
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