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! ~