The Dance
I do not dance
but my spirit does.
It soars with the best of them.
Suspended breath gives flight to stumbling limbs
while heartwings seek the center stage.
to choreography of ancients, those who
first discovered beauty in a line on cave walls,
gsping at the possibilities,
for this was truly life--to see, to grow
and then like little gods
will celebrate their power to create.
It was the overture to dancing,
for there was art, and music,
storytelling and romance.
Little nascent people stretching forth
outside their cowering selves
and meeting wonder, rapture, joy
all self-contained in nascent souls,
but all in concert,
for it was the dance that gave them life
to highlight history.
And now, the dance goes on
and you and I may reach to take the hands
of fellow ancients now...
those who seek with us
to learn of sacrifice and celebration,
little gods ourselves, stretching forth
to mark the rhythm of the universe,
and find a cornucopia of life anew...
Such life the prophets never saw,
Such dancing only ready ancients may invite,
Such giving and receiving,
Such a wholly light!
~
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