The Dance

The spin has begun, the churn

Always to the left, undoing, receiving

The lilt of a hand, tenderness, the touch of a toe

Thanks for connection

Staying current in the Continuum, focus, no focus

Intertwining circles of life, over and over

Falsehoods fly away in formation

The spray waters other worlds

Then stop.  Hands cut the sacred air with sudden, deliberate motion: Four Directions, Six, One

The center point of Center, balance is perfect.

Eyes, still muscling the spin, haywire.  What

Keeps us towing the line?  Certainty

The Heart knows.  The feet

Finding ground, planted.

The body between

Giggles.