The Rich Vegetarian

An Examined Life

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Category: Poetry (page 2 of 9)

True Dancers

We are the true dancers,
The ones who fling the hands with abandon, throwing our waists and hips out into the world.

We are the ones who trust our Partner unconditionally, follow them unquestioningly,
We know no fear or doubt, our ego having lost all substantiality, submitted at the altar of the Universe and its mighty winds.

We dance with courage and merriment, placing our weight fairly and squarely in the willing arms of our Partner,
We falter occasionally, sometimes failing to see the light, feeling as though about to fall,
but the hands grasp us firmly, no sweat or nervousness in sight.

We dance in perfect sync and rhythm, eyes searching for the light, ears open for the music,
Often dancing in the silent dark for hours, or years, on end.

Our senses are limited, but the hearts are free and unbounded, filled with loving trust,
Because we know It knows.

I will love

As joy begins,
let it swell and surrender
sweeping all within its grasp and wake,
filling up lives and hearts, lighting homes and offices, spilling on to the streets and turning on fireplaces.

The streets are sprayed with gold.

And we are left gasping and grasping,
wondering at the magic of it all.

Dreaming and weaving dreams, smiling and singing,
amazed that any of this may even last,
grasping at the magic of the moment, its evanescence and luminescence.

Beauty lasts but a moment,
art lives a lifetime,
statues in stone rest for centuries.

We exist a second, our stories live a little longer,

And I will love as long as it lasts.