The Dance Goes On

Natural, the rhythm beating
deeply into dreams of all we are,
in a kaleidoscope of blind catastrophe;
chanting in an endless variation
that sees color as a vast vibration,
intoning essence in a unity,
still seeking for a harmony of form.

The dance goes on -
swirling into spirals
endlessly to peak
just at the base;
ultimately centered
in each particle of being.

Voices rise and fall,
fading into oceanic depths,
while all we hear becomes
no more than preset boundaries,
to squeeze each thought of life
through minds that merely study history
in numbered facts that never add
into a balance of completion.

Yet the dance goes on -
swirling into spirals
endlessly to peak
just at the base;
ultimately centered
in each particle of being.

Words are forming,
rising from the matrix
of all understanding.
And there! A breathy sound of flutes
sways the endless snakes and snags
into a deep enchantment,
that simply speaks the words "I am"
into the vastness of eternity.

And the dance goes on -
swirling into spirals
endlessly to peak
just at the base;
ultimately centered
in each particle of being.

While all that is complete
within itself
must come and take a bow
moving deeply into streams
that dream eternity to life
yet once again . . .

? Michaelette ?

3/7/2001
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