She moves gentle, rhythmic, fluid
Snake. Spirit. Air itself.
Pulse, heartbeat – breath of God.
All dimensions in space, in time,
Turning, turning, undulating, turning
To your pulse, your heartbeat,
In time and space, unerring…
Till she becomes part of heartbeat…
Melted, merged into you…
Her breath and very fabric your own,
No more but presence within you.
You dance – both, a rhythm your own,
Rhythm of source, creator… light.
Always, ever, true.
Nothing matters, nor ever did, or ever will,
Except this truth, this core
And the Dance
Dance of nature, dance of creation
Dance and dance.