It’s not really dancing.
It’s the joy we share.
It is deep within us, it is always there.
Some call it Love. It is April. It’s Home.
The Gift of Life; we know where it’s from.
We clap. We hum; will it disappear?
Perhaps we lack focus. What now do we hear?
The Sound of Silence?
Are we lonely now?
Yes, for the moment.
The Stillness of Tao.
Harken the rhythm. We’re not apart.
We hum. Yes we do, to the beat of our heart.
We hum with our pulse. Really? We hum.
We rise up and dance.
But it isn’t really dancing… not really… is it?