Dance
The job of the feet is walkingbut their hobby is dancing
to life's different kind of rhythms,
enjoying each step ,doing no harm
to any body .Since its inmost
substance cannot be reasoned
but only experienced, march
the beat of your own drum,
no matter if you are off the beat
or can't name the tune. Dance
is here and now, unworried
with how far you have to go.
Nothing else can so effectively
gives outward form
to an inner experience. Our
biological cadences
are the symphony of the cosmos,
music orchestrated deep within us,
through which we join
the dance of eternal balance.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2021-01-26 at 14:20




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