contemplativeDancer’s Journey
Part I – Dancer’s Challenge
Indulge me while I share a tale
of doubt's firm grip on the heart.
Too often these are shared by those
who seek the dance to sooth their soul.
The social scene is inhabited
by those with skill and those without.
Comparison is natural
when differences are seen by all.
Some are near deities,
years of practice make for ease.
Others are fresh to this,
struggling to make some sense.
First I will reveal the ill,
the ego crushed by dis-ease.
This is not a pretty sight,
but it is one too often shared.
Then I will take a turn
away from the dancer's shame.
Too precious are these social steps
to learning how we all may dance.
Part II – Dancer’s Separation
They are too pretty,
too handsome to approach.
Only the best dance with them
when with mortals they do mix.
The dance deities fill the floor,
moving partners to their side.
Converts to magnificence,
I dare not ask the same to dance.
You'll see I'm inferior
to those with bless dexterity.
I stumble in delivery,
unable to match their harmony.
I dare not hold my partners close
as gods of dance dare to do.
They have a divine sanctity
while I can only share the room.
These reasons separate
myself from the dance I crave.
A deity I will never be
even as I watch them in jealousy.
Part III – Dancer’s Union
Then the music plays,
trumping my insecurities.
I dance from a higher source
as I take partner in my arms.
Proximity brings humanity
to those with divinity.
Flesh made equal as we dance
when pillars fall to humanness.
Music becomes the highest source,
the tune transcends both of us.
Motions lead from heartfelt needs
to honor these harmonies.
The lyrics are ageless guides
immune to the superior.
We are all equally asked
to follow them in the dance.
I grow aware that I too have
the spark of God in my soul.
I and they are equals now,
found the same in grace's arms.
© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160203.
