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Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Polished Dancing Shoes

Still yourself
until you feel
the vibration.

Sharpen your senses
until you can hear
the thrumming,
pulsing life
in every living
being.

Listen to the world
turning on
its weary, aged axis
and attune your breathing
appropriately.

It may feel like
a night lasting a year,
but it is only
darkness,

and just when
you’ve adjusted
to it,
a flash will blind you
for a moment,

and out of the glare
a meadow will bloom,
the ocean will sing,
and your heart will know
the music
of the spheres,

this planet
whirling in
its blue-black space,
within a larger galaxy,
twirling within
this infinite cosmos,

and when that happens
you’ll be ready
to put those
polished dancing shoes
to good use.

[Inspired by Belinda's post at http://busymindthinking.com .]

14 comments:

  1. This is absolutely awesome! You have everything in there, the ocean and music, senses!!! Outstanding my friend!

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  2. I love the promised end feeling I got while reading this from top to bottom. Lovely poem. I enjoyed it.

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  3. Anonymous6:17 PM

    To be in harmony with the cosmos... in an eternal dance!

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  4. My newest favourite of yours, Mosk. Wonderful, so many great visuals.

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  5. Excellent, Mosk!

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  6. Listen, dance...The world is spinning us in a song...where are our dancing shoes? Love this!

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  7. waiting to be in unison with the living cosmos...this is truly grand Mosk...

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  8. Love the sensory details of this beautiful poem :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  9. Oh the meadow and ocean - what wonderful thought to be ready for them

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  10. That third stanza blew me away. Gorgeous work, Mosk.

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  11. Oh...big sigh...the lead up to this:

    "and out of the glare
    a meadow will bloom,
    the ocean will sing,
    and your heart will know
    the music
    of the spheres,"

    and the next one and the way you close with that of the opening tone...this poem has left me with a feeling of inspired completion. Dancing is so much like this.

    Thank you, Mosk.

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  12. Love this one, B. The imagery and hopefulness touched me.

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  13. This gave me the grins big time. I'm ready to take a whirl!

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  14. As some things seem to close in, the promise of a dance past the madness is just what we all need.

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