contemplativeI danced at a techno contradance. The experience was ecstatic, in a psychedelic way. I shared this with a fellow dancer and they agreed that the experience could not be matched. The poem “When I Dance” barely shares the nature of the dancing experience. I say barely because too much cannot be put into words. It can only be directly felt in direct participation.
When I Dance
Poem for Day 242 – 20150831
If I could make you feel
how I do when I dance
the world would be a better place,
the world would live to dance.
Internalize God's message
of music both profane and profound,
the destiny is the same,
the lifting of hearts above the veil.
To feel the music as a pulse,
to move the feet in response,
to piper's request for unity
under the banner of music's peace.
War and strife vanish for us,
distractions removed in part
by the rhythm of life's heartbeat
felt from one chest to another.
To connect with another,
under the cover of music's covers,
to be absolved in fulfilling
of skins' craving to be touched.
Nothing exists between the beats
the handhold of the partner,
timed to move together as one,
progressed only to start again.
If I could make you feel,
experience a hint of what I see,
when I embrace the muse of dance
the world would be better place.
If I could ask you to dance,
lead you to that ecstatic place,
God would grants us a boon,
living life on the edge of time.
© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
