We sneak in through a little rip
in through a tear in time we slip
to experience universality, totality
as it is, sans filters
We shed our bodies like constricting clothes
leaving the shells behind in our beds
you may wonder after the body is gone,
you may wonder, what's left?
The dancer!
You may think of dance as needing music,
but all the music one needs is in ones mind.
The dance, oh the dance!
please forgive my inability to completely explain
the dance is what your *self* does
when it allows itself free reign
it moves and sways to the music
of its own perception of joy
it creates tangibles at will
a splash of color here
a lovers face is a dancers grace
We have broken the barrier of fear.
The dance can fly us through history
or it can keep us close to home
it is spinning the planets on our fingertips
it is becoming the oceans tidal foam
it is time stopped, yet omnipresent
it is life eternal
itis truely natural
it is the dance
in the inbetween time
where reality is in the eye of the beholder,
yet at the same time, as true as it can ever get.
And when the dancer puts back on their shell,
the experience of the dance dissolves into the body
and it is never heard from again
