THE HEARTBEAT

The first music any of us ever heard was the heartbeat of our mother when we were inside the womb. The sweetest rhyme was the enchanting beating of a monotonous heartbeat. We felt at peace. The deep recesses created a peaceful atmosphere and nothing could disturb us. We rested and we felt the comfort.

The constant pound of drums could remind us of our original nature and where we came from. Through drumming, we realized our own value and who we were. We always craved for peaceful existence. We longed for comfort and the easing of our senses. We wished to be inside the womb when we felt agonizing pain. We searched for soothing sound which only the heartbeat could provide. We needed to feel the rhyme and the enchanting sounds.

The best time to hear that sound again would be to pay attention to a growing child in a mother's womb who wanted to communicate while listening the sounds coming from a talking mom. The soothing voice and the melody of a tender love could awaken a hopeful child longing to meet a biological mom.

I could connect this experience to death when a cadaver would be laid to rest inside a coffin, buried into the bosom of mother earth. The pounding sound of burial and the lamenting cries of friends and relatives could attest the significance of being laid to rest in the mystical womb of God's terrain. The heartbeat and the pounding sound could awaken us in a place of great abyss, where peace and serenity could be permanent.

Our longings to listen to the music and melodies would be our part of normal tendency. We listened to the rhymth and the rhymes. Every note and sound could remind us of our past and the future, our birth and our death - our coming and going. There would always be music to welcome us and to bid us farewell.

If we listen to the constant pounding and beating, we would be reminded of our first experience: someone taught us our first lullaby -the beating of a mother's heart.