People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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A small child asks, “what is that sound?
The one in the distance? Can you hear it?”
You shake your gray head no. Realizing,
at that moment, you can feel it vibrating
through the soles of your feet. Climbing
upward to fill your existence. Then, when
you’re nearly too full to breathe, you hear
it. The percussive beat. The dancing feet
of the revelers, as they round the corner,
and move towards you. You rise. Without
thought. Unaware. Uncaring of your painful
joints, brittle bones. You join them before
the musicians appear. You knew. Knew they
would be coming next. The crowd grows as
more people join the gathering. Behind, the
musicians and intertwined, children squeal
in delight and pain, chasing and being chased
in return. A long story informs such play. Like
the children of any creature learning who they
are. What they are meant to do, meant to be
. More people join as you dance from town to
town. You hear instruments, tunes, rhythms you
find exotic, because you’ve never heard them.
Continue until you know. There is only more
music, more people, more friends and family.
You’ve become part of the dance of the world.
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