there is only

... there is only the dance... me, this tribal music, this endlessness when boundaries dissolve. there is only the dance of particle and wave, endlessly remaking each other in image after image. there is only the dance and the way my attention alights on this moment, this movement, this Other who is also me ...

... 'space is an extension of your body'... and truer perhaps our bodies are an extension of space ...


... there is only the dance. this morning when i retrieved the birdfeeders washed them hung them away from rat cat squirrel the gang waited in the willow tree and took all of three seconds to raid the feeders. then robin followed dog and I back into the house... this dance ... in the heart of the flames so many ways to find joy.


... there is the dance of heart to heart. there is the dance of breath to breath. there is the dance of body to body.

... there is the dance we call love ...

... and my friend yesterday telling me he'd given all of himself to her, and she'd spurned it. i gave her my soul, he said

               and i drew breath. – giving away your soul? – pocketful of mumbles, such are promises ... do you think it's loving to give away your soul? what if such a 'gift' is not a gift but a burden ... make yourself free if you want to love her, i say. reclaim your life, invite back your soul, and see her. really see her. be free to love her because you love yourself too ...

... if we cannot love our self we cannot love another ...

... so that is a dance.

here now i claim my own axis again, throw off the weighty coat of the world, look to seagull in the grey sky, in this moment, this dance that is all there is ...