stimulus to say

the dance is with stimulus. 

initially it feels like response,

beckoned as if a first reaction.

to take it up full blown,

is, as if to go with it.

observation like this is so invitational.

I make recognition inwardly conversational,

even before any outward response.

all topics are props to my narrative.

if I am not saying it to you yet,

then it is my ongoing storyline.

it got fluid, going forward.

some inner force beyond affirming,

already is pushing me towards action.

I make up reasons that follow, not lead.

what ignites, comes from deep within,

in response to what is perceived as presenting.

yes, it will have definites and ongoings.

but the real thrill lives behind the obvious.

some energetic truth being honored,

is disguised as actual participation.

the hum beyond the action, 

eventually made clear.

maybe during but clearly thereafter.

the joy of presence,

the joy of movement, 

and the energy spent, 

of expression from deep within.

yes, there will be a story to it all.

but the real truth has no words.

it lives in a fluid state ongoing.

touched deeply is the driver. 

we like to dress it up

and call it motivation for a cause.

but before that all got recognized,

there is this beckoning that resides within.

it senses and silently calls out,

searching for like harmonics to occur.

and when that possibly happens,

it comes through, 

calling me,

not by voice, 

but by heart.

some sense of heart-brain awakens.

it wants all things to be

of an energetic nature,

with nothing of topic as the driver,

but everything, as within the tones.

chords setting off chords.

the instrument of being awakening.

timeless presence in confluence.

loosing oneself in the richness,

to that which looked like stimulus to start.

calling out to the heart of the matter,

that is what life is all about.

find me there, 

finding you there.

and we are lost from our isolation. 

we are chorusing, 

for the songbook appears as time . . .