Wackadoodle0987
Arch-Magnate of the Beau Monde Patriciate
It isn't with your legs and arms, and even back
It's with your soul, which bursts up through your spirit,
Then from your heart and mind
And moves you through your back to your limbs and even
To your finger tips. And the vitality and joy dance on into the eyes of those who watch.
(And if no one is there, those you imagine see you, who might be
Yourself, decades earlier, or later
Yourself, generations earlier, or later).
It matters not at all if no longer can your body dance
Because you can remember the dancing times,
Or imagine them if at that lonely time you did not know it was
The time, the only time, your time, for dancing.
Dance comes from the response of your individual will
To the dynamics of the moment which is just a
Part of a unified creation so full of other possibilities
And it moves and responds and moves again.
When you pray
It isn't with your mouth or eyes or hands or knees bent,
Or even mind reaching, searching.
You do not will such, or such.
You surrender and draw strength from that whole, of which you are just one moment.
You may pray "Let this moment pass.
Let this moment hold.
Let this moment leap more energetically. Let it be acknowledged. Let it be still a while."
And when you live,
Could it not be as you dance and pray?
Not for amusement, not to pass the time.
But focused on this precious moment,
As it moves, with you.
