physicality spirituality

About to die, I learn to breathe again.
My heart finds a rythm,
a rhythm that works in time with the bass reverberations,
the snap snap of straps that fasten foot to pedal,
the hum of 12 flywheels spinning in unison; metalic becoming organic...
vibration like a room of people chanting a post-savasana 'om'
individual and united...
The movement of my limbs, lungs, blood coursing; sychronized
automatic now
my heart is free, my mind still