you’re dancing with the Mystery.
in every breath, in every step, in every touch,
when things, people and places slip through your fingers,
when your heart bursts with joy or breaks into pieces
with inconsolable loss,
when you fall on your knees and your tears water the soil,
it is still there, holding you, this elusive presence
animating your life,
insisting, calling out, demanding
in the dance.
it will leave you breathless,
bruised and lost sometimes,
flat on your back gasping for dear life,
but never numb, never dull,
if you keep saying yes
and taking that next step,
however slow, however subtle,
you are dancing with the Mystery.