The unchanging change is the mystery of rhythm.
Things grow and die and time alone continues-
things grow and die and grow again, a backbeat,
a pulse, a bass drum thump. There are
times and seasons for all things: a time
for sky and a time for sea, a time for roses
and a time for roots, a time for laughing and
a time for singing, a time to write and
a time to speak, a time for all things which
are to be no more, and to be again.
The unchanging: change is the mystery of rhythm.
The unchanging changes- the mystery of rhythm.
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