This Dance

To lose oneself with the dance of life
in primal urgency of flesh
and thus to intermesh
with primordial and yet universal
forms of Earth's projections
to become a touch of ecstasy

For in the end
we each descend and then ascend
into Her form
and here, within a greater mood
we find a love that soothes
creation in its vast becoming

Snow flakes fall
silently they cover all that is
this form of Her emotion

Delicate, the web
spun by Her to show the way
to universal interplay
for do not even snowflakes dance?

while in deep sleep
Her dream enhances
every living form


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