The dance

I dance in the love of the divine,

Leaving all fear behind.

Letting go of the lead,

The dance becomes magical,

Effortless,

Free.

Why did I resist for so long,

Instead of trusting the hands

Of the perfect partner.

Together we have left

The crowded dance floor

And twirl among the stars.

Don’t follow me,

Or call me back.

Just dance your own dance

Be it waltz,

or polka,

or a dance

never danced before.

 

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