Forward Back ….. and now.

PREAMBLE

Our minds need exercise. Written creativity comes in many forms and until now most of my musings have been within the traditional form of a storyline. Poetry has never really been part of my existence. I read a bit of Khalil Gibran back in the day, but that is about it. The following started out as random thoughts jotted down and pieced together about the process of life being a dance.

Back I go

A wriggler in a sea of wrigglers

The levee breaks and the river runs

River runs fast, too fast for many

Not me though

Wriggle I do into the stillness of a warm enveloping embrace

Me, I become ….. with time …..

Absorbing the vibration of outside …laughter, not known but felt, music not known but felt.

Float and stretch I do in the cacoon of liquid warmth

A cannon shot of light, sounds and movement

Vibrations become the blinking in of life reality

I am now, arms, legs and mouth dancing for more

Unknown but known this warmth of motherly embrace

I still, while lips dance to drink in this succulence of liquid warmth.

After ….. sometime after ….

Am vertical. Hear the notes and

Body feels the sound … the beats

Legs and arms with free abandon

Head nodding and swaying

I move

I dance

Keep on the dance

Once the groove becomes ……

Stop I never can, stop I never want

Stop I never will.

Dancing above the light, dancing within the light, dancing under light, dancing…. just dancing.

Swaying at the wind, swaying around the wind, swaying in the wind, swaying….. just swaying.

Now? Stillness is above, within, under, at, around and in. Stillness is all.

The mind still wants

But the body diminishes

A soul drifting between what was brilliance

stuttering to be remembered

It does

However briefly but glimmer of dance holds for now

Glimmer fades

Skin sags body sags mind sags

What was that delight of being?

Where did it go?

Sweet nourishment of the rhythm jerks erratically

Until it moves no more, stillness descends.

The worm dances in its moist underground womb

Wriggling in the fresh embrace of the nourishing rot

To become more than one in this fertile underworld

Embracing the soul stripped flesh

The mother earth microbes twist and shout at this gift renewed.