What shall I do with it?
The household chores beckon
There are messages to check
My To Do list is long
Which activity do I choose?
I turn my face to the sky
I feel my breath
I notice the magic of life
Inhabiting my bones
In every moment
I dance
As I feel the joy of life
Spreading through every cell in my body
I dance
As my mind runs through the sky
I dance
I dance my being upward
Laughing to heavenly music
I release my list of mental obligations
But sorrows beckon
Surely these dark feelings must be felt…
Or must they?
When in doubt, dance
In any free moment, dance
With skill or with none, dance
When sorrows clasp you in their embrace, dance
When excuses reason with you, dance
Life is waiting for you always
Rich, luscious life
Bidding you leave your furrowed brow, and dance
Breathe in this magic moment, and dance
Leave sorrows to their self-obsession, and dance
Abandon the quest for self-perfection
And dance
And when in doubt about which choice to make,
Dance, dance, and dance again
Spin with the ascending stars
And dance
