[Thespiritexpress] Poem read at Mastery

[Riantee Rand]

> 
> The Dancer
>  
> I am the puppet of the divine,
> I dance,
> movements not really mine,
> sounds my voice modulates
> not from me but from that other one
> far away and yet so close,
> so foreign and intimate
> I barely recognize him
> muffled as he has been,
> until I danced.
>  
> I move to the music of the galaxies,
> elliptical motion in infinite space,
> eminently full emptiness.
> I slip into the void,
> I arrive,
> I am nothingness,
> I am here,
> I am.
>  
> With a lascivious roll of my pelvis,
> one imperceptible caress of my hand
> on your invisible waist
> I balance the world perfectly,
> I am whole
> I am all
> I am not.
>  
> When the wet grass bristle
> with eloquence,
> I dance along the trail well traveled
> and suddenly,
> the thousand bells of incarnation ring all at once.
> I’m not sure I want to know that much,
> so I dance.
>  
> I have traveled those paths with you my love
> many times,
> but now,
> on the verge of making the big jump,
> I hesitate,
> It might sever the cords that keep me here,
> with you,
> so I dance.
>  
> Those cords held me down,
> tied me to the ones I loved,
> but if I take that leap
> my attention might split,
> and as I pass through
> innumerable sensory experiences
> I might dissipate into wonder
> and would not return to you
> my love,
> so I dance.
>  
> I am afraid
> of that dazed exhaustion
> as my feet follow the spiral evolution
> of human consciousness,
> but when I dance
> I know fear to be the fuel
> that moves me to love’s wisdom.
>  
> I can burn all my bridges,
> throw caution to the wind,
> plunge into the unknown,
> and still come back to my lover,
> when I dance.
>  
> When I dance
> I entrust the strings to my master,
> I am the puppet of the divine.

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