If I don't dance, nobody gets hurt.
It's true. I'm preternaturally clumsy. I once broke my foot dancing. In Renaissance garb, so I looked twice as impressive in the emergency room. I could just as easily broken my partner's foot as we took a full gallop down two lines of dancers. Renaissance dancing wasn't very demanding, even, and I broke my foot.
I'm sure the person who wrote these meditations meant this in a spiritual sense, but this is not my metaphor. To me, "dance" means "spend three months in a cast".
I'm kidding, sort of. I'm also the person who wrote the lyrics to the following song:
To dance naked in this pool of light
is all the moment requires of me --
eyes closed, as if I were alone
but I know you are there almost
almost close enough to touch,
almost close enough to feel
My hand reaches out to touch your face
and touches air -- I am not close enough
I am not close enough
In dreams I dare to touch your face
we dare to look into each other's eyes
Dreams become connection, become real
In dreams I dare to touch your face
we dare to look into each other's eyes
Dreams become connection, become real
I am not close enough
I am not close enough
Last night I woke up from a terrible dream
I was standing lonely in the wilderness
with no one close enough to hear
but I knew you were there almost
almost close enough to touch,
almost close enough to feel
My hand reaches out to touch your face
and touches air -- You were not close enough
You were not close enough
In dreams I dare to touch your face
we dare to look into each other's eyes
Dreams become connection, become real
In dreams I dare to touch your face
we dare to look into each other's eyes
Dreams become connection, become real
I am not close enough
I am not close enough
I shed my clothes to dance in light
alone, spinning wildly into sky
my hand reaches out to touch your face
and touches air, and touches life
almost close enough to touch
almost close enough to feel
my hand reaches out to touch your face
I touch your hand and we are close enough
and we are close enough
In dreams I dare to touch your face
we dare to look into each other's eyes
Dreams become connection, become real
In dreams I dare to touch your face
we dare to look into each other's eyes
Dreams become connection, become real
And we are close enough
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