Seed: “Hands point and spin, and try to clap”
One heel forward, one toe back
Fast feet in the reel of time
Dervish spinning, on a slick track
Caught in the breath of a rhyme
Dancing past knowledge, past knowing
Flashing mirrors catching light
Moving past wisdom, past judgement
Into a space still and white
Here love is trapped
By a hand come unclapped
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There's rhythm in the dancing
there's rhythm in the rhyme
my toes keep tapping
and I try to stay in line
and if life catches up
I shall just dance away
and keep the my day
glowing as I run from the fray! (:-) F.
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