deep, from high within,
down the stares from human eyes,
light calls out
as if silence has lips
and everything of mass and form
is made of listening.
trembling within
begins a celestial dance.
stillness is the majestic
and the profound in motion.
that which is shimmering
is check to check.
shoes made of breathless
glimmer, dazzle and pause.
the appendages of timing,
grasp, sway and embrace.
all of nothing that matters
is ever the dance floor,
never getting in the way.
the skies beyond sight
and the real beyond feel
are taken up in the devotional
as devour is the subtlety of motion.
the melody is molecular in all of nature
and the dancehall itself
is a continuum outside of time.
each dance-card has lifetimes,
line by line.
each of us, as an instrument,
both simultaneously dances and plays.
as the dancehall entrance
comes down the stares,
the light of revelation
is reflected in the mind’s eye.
that the music itself is composed
of was, is and will-be.
and as if, for then,
there are soft smiles all around,
reveling in eternity . . .
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