THE DANCE (poem)
Consciousness expressesitself through creation.This world we live in isthe dance of the creator.
Dancers come and go inthe twinkling of an eyebut the dance lives on.
On many, an occasion, whenI'm dancing, I've felt touchedby something sacred.In those moments, I've feltmy spirit soar and becomeone with everything that exists.
I become the stars and the moon.I become the lover and the beloved.I become the victor and the vanquished.I become the master and the slave.I become the singer and the song.I become the knower and the known...
I keep on dancing and then,it is the eternal dance of creation.
The creator and creationmerge into one wholeness of joy.I keep on dancing, and dancing,and dancing, until there is only... the dance.