Lotus Seed Poem: 25

There is a dancer
whirling in ecstasy
in the divine ballroom of the heart.
When I enter
She spins in her gown of grace
Teaching me the dance of Letting Go!

She’s been dancing
Long before you or I were born.
As she turns night becomes day
Day becomes night.
She hasn’t missed a step
Since that first dance
In the temple at the beginning of time!
Listen, you can hear her feet
Beating in your own heart.