Dancing
I danced with the wind today
as it chased the leaves and branches
round the sky. Across our hill the grass waved to me
to join in the revelry and celebration
of the joyous dance of life.
I have danced my whole life,
even unto the holy grail of formal exams
with medals and statuettes to mark the years of suits
and formal dresses and waxed dance floors.
All the girls love a good dancer.
I've tried to dance with rainbows
as they skitter across the landscape forever
calling seekers to follow and find the golden secret of life.
Most fall into the illusion of the light
that flickers off the source.
I have watched the dance of death
as the powers of nature storm with boots on
across the dance floor of life unable to control themselves,
reducing any who followed their lead
to cataclysm and destruction.
I have tried the dance of life
but my feet were too clumsy as I made
this movement or that. and I was always out of step. I am
too heavy to tread the light fantastic with
the ephemeral power of creation.
We all dance in someway
through all that happens around and
inside of the being that we rarely understand as self.
Dancing to escape from the stresses
of a life thought too painful.
Dancing perhaps to forget
that all is illusion and all is dust at
our passing. Yet the dance remains and the steps you
created maybe those that give purpose
to those that learn your steps.
How often do you dance alone
in the silence of your own inner music
Forgetting the great dances are with partners held close
and moving as one with tempo and rhythm
that hints at the joy of unity.
You reading this, ignore the crowd
and dance as if there is no competition.
Let your whole being feel the music of life move you,
leaving nothing but honest footprints
to hint at the joy of your being.
Dance as if there is no-one else
to share the stage, to share with across
the ages, and only your shadow left to follow your lead.
Dance the dance of the unity of being
where you ARE the dance.