Transition
Nothing fixed, swirling changing mists
with sudden blazing sunlight
here then gone
Trying to hold on;
fast shallow breaths;
if the grip weakens,
the known-yet-unknown pit
will yawn beneath
A man built a tower; rather
transition is
an invitation to
let go utterly,
saying yes,
release
into the dance pulsing
through all that is;
wild music,
stamping feet,
wide-open eyes
reflecting the fire, the fear.
with sudden blazing sunlight
here then gone
Trying to hold on;
fast shallow breaths;
if the grip weakens,
the known-yet-unknown pit
will yawn beneath
A man built a tower; rather
transition is
an invitation to
let go utterly,
saying yes,
release
into the dance pulsing
through all that is;
wild music,
stamping feet,
wide-open eyes
reflecting the fire, the fear.
posted by Mary at 8:40 am
4 Comments:
Beautiful.
"saying yes, release into the dance pulsing through all that is" - This made me smile - lovely! I'm so glad to have read this today. Thank you.
Wonderful! This made me think of the spiritual practice that exists in many traditional cultures of walking over hot coals - if you do it with confidence you don't get burned - you'd think you would, but apparently coal doesn't conduct heat as well as you'd think and if you keep moving, dancing... I'm can see you dancing, Mary, a graceful and courageous shadow against the glow...
Ooh. Nice.
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