It starts with rhythm--drums or sticks perhaps our earliest instrument.

As one part of the mind is held--contained--by the beat, some other part is liberated. From the security of the percussion, from the security of our mother’s heartbeat in the womb, our voices and instruments and bodies soar in interweavings that grow more and more beautiful and complex, a mandala of sound and dance. A spacious unchaotic chaos.

That music take humans to discovery and to movement. That music helps humans survive the moment. The beat transfixes monkey mind, releases awareness.