The Dance Remembered

Many years ago

This one is for the most amazing human I have had the privilege to spend more than half of my life with. Happy anniversary (a week belated).

You help me see reality not as a disconnected isolation of things and events, but as a field interwoven in dance.

Remembering one particular dance from nineteen years ago, the world melted and time blurred. On that day we joined our lives, not just in gaze or in rhythm, but in this never ending dance of life.

I am so grateful that we get to continue this dance for many years to come.

The Dance Remembered

The Infinite's not far.
It's all around you —
woven from gaze
of one lost in two.
Looking, created.
Loving, revealed.
And then once forgotten, 
the world sleeps, unfurled.

Each thing exists,
but never alone.
It's a breath held
between two together were sown —
Seeing each other,
dancing in light,
becoming the dance,
without either in sight.

Each named the stars,
forgetting who's who
one spark, same flame,
in me and in you.
Words cannot say
what could only be felt,
tasted, touched, lived —
that's just how it's dealt.

The dance must be danced,
or the melody unheard.
So beauty moves on,
to grasp is absurd.
A flicker of light —
then shadow, then flame.
Until motion and witness
forget how to name.

And in that forgetting, 
something whole takes form.
Time folds with the rhythm,
and something new is born.
Notes held long enough
to break the heart free —
then both simply vanish,
mere drops in the sea.

Yet listen — it lingers,
not lost, only thin.
The dance flows on
to where all things begin.
No final step,
no ending refrain —
just one dance remembered
and the turning again.

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Background music in audio by Johann Debussy