Whose dance?

Is it your dance or my dance?
As, among the stars, we swirl,
spiraling upward, dreamy and waking,
is it just one or many?
Beings wandering, wondering,
skipping and flipping,
endlessly imagining this or that,
not knowing that what is, is,
independent of individual wish.
Mothers’ kisses wake gently,
laying soft lips upon sleepy eyes,
our words equally powerful,
waking both gently and harsh.
In worlds of imagination,
anything is possible, we, earth,
just one small part.
Wonder on and explore, dance,
together, not apart, as galaxies
that merge, inspire open heart.



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