“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
― Rumi

 

dancing through hazy conversational memories,
making sense in the abstract
while the concrete moment falls around me…
Dancing, praying, hoping, laying….
and still the mountain calls.
Climbing it will be another dance
one of purpose and intent
and as I reach the top
one of vision as I seek
the next steps
My rhythm may be off
yet to my music I hold true
as gradually the tune’s completeness
returns to view…
— G A Rosenberg

 

And I have been so honoured by those with who I share my dance. I thank you all my fellow wise foolish dancers.
Blessings, G

 

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Poking the Space Time EventPoking the Space-Time Event by G A Rosenberg

 

Indigo StarIndigo Star by G A Rosenberg