These bones are dancing
yet even in motion,
they appear to be as solids.
Held still, a lack of motion
is what we would see.
But sitting within this body,
there is no sense of density
or the posture of a dull frame
as if just strung together
to represent behind tissue
and what not.
Oh I know, there are few nerves
near bone to identify with the action.
Who could know for themselves (?)
Yet these are dancing bones
as there is a sense of self
in lightness and expanse,
with soft inner tissue
kissing up to vast.
Humming sound is reverberating,
without overture,
and with no visible shimmers.
It is so resounding
as if a rumba array
is ushered across the sky,
horizon to horizon.
And yet, deeply buried inside
what is solidified.
Within there is a timbre
to bathe in as cellular hum,
a special wizardry for dawning.
Time has fascination on its face
in a thick of lightness in the field.
Traditional tic and tock
are unpronounceable.
The metronome of self,
is mesmerized and soulful.
This is marrow and moment,
fused in enchantment.
Only muted questions ascending
are readily heard.
Self-observation has no elements
of forthright focus.
Breath is breeze,
everywhere escorting
all the senses,
together as a capella,
joyously uplifted into aliveness
as the marrow of this moment.
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