Rhythm B

There is a silent park in the centre of a large city. Small streets, green grass, the birds are singing. Look like the whole family of the squirrels is jumping on the trees. Parents are teaching the small squirrels to jump from one branch to the other. There are hardworking ducks swimming on the surface of a smaller river. The sun is shining over all this beauty, just from time to time it is hiding behind the miraculous clouds. People sitting on the benches around the river are quietly speaking, they are dreaming fascinated by the silence, they are reading. You sit on the empty bench. The gentle breeze in the treetops is playing pleasant melody that is understandable just to it. The thoughts in your mind are calming down, slowly they are flowing one after the other. They are not jumping anymore. They are moving as a train that is late all the time or they are flowing like the water in the river. In the common flow of life.

I have no doubt you saw and felt the sound (sonority) of the space inside of my tale. The space where the tale took place and that gave us the feeling of the unbroken flow of life.

That is the reason why we gave the name the rhythm of flow, or the life rhythm, to such an aspect of the space acceptance on the language of statuses and to make it easier for functional use, we use the name Rhythm B. Key word - “life”.