Dancing on the Edge of the Rhythm

Like a DJ teasing chaos,
nudging the BPMs just enough to risk losing the match —
but they know.
They feel when to let it slip
and when to reel it back in.
And when it all locks together again,
you feel it in your chest.
Like truth.
Like presence.
Like forgiveness.

Kind of like life, isn’t it?
Playing with it. Dancing with it.
Little follies throw the rhythm off,
my head cocks sideways,
and there it is again:
the beat, back in place.

That’s the dance.
Not control — but trust.
Not perfection — but play.
Not clinging — but moving with it.

Dancing on the edge of the rhythm.
Where life meets the sacred.