every thought a movement
flowing one to another
all thoughts of God
our thinking dances
and so gently taps in rhythm with all thoughts of Love
we would no more be frozen
in one position of the body
than we would freeze/attach ourselves
to one specific form of anything in this world
every possibility in time and space is a blessing!
hold on to nothing!
question your version of Reality/reality
we remain the dancer, not the dance
whether leaping on the mountain top
or crawling on our hands and knees in the gutter
what i am is invisible
always the same
and always here
nothing is "mine"
it's all the dance