Illusions of Enharmony

Written by: Mark Leeper

I dance on illusion, getting caught up in the spin, the sad waltz, the happy waltz, the dance with foes, that "I" have made. Money makes me happy, or money makes me sin, it’s a tune that never ends, following the painted footsteps on the floor, when I was young. Now I must spin faster, keeping very still and quiet as I go. No more footsteps, no more dance halls, no more enharmonic trances played for me, steady now in deep devotion, resting in the One Reality.