Grounded in the certainty
of individuality
I dare to fly to distant places
to touch, to feel the different faces

A stranger touched becomes a friend
May this movement never end
Container or contained is not the answer
but liquid movement of a ballet dancer

touching, held and then let go
within the rhythm's movement know
the dance of life in all its glory
the infinite, eternal story

as whole to whole, we stand our ground
and side by side, in freedom found
connections of the heart and mind
within, without this earthly time

and life flows freely through the sphere
that we've created here

Copyright 1998 Michaelette L. Romano
All Rights Reserved
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