I am the Voice behind the Silence behind all that you have forgotten
and not yet remembered. I am the Dance between...that one and single movement that twists like grapevine in Spring.
I curl through toes, bend around ankles, grasping at knees and thighs.
I am sinew, muscle, bones. I sing your cells awake...anew. I lighten your shoulders;
I kiss your fingertips.
You are my vessel, my instrument, my temple, my shrine. Through all of your passages, through darkest tunnels of time, through wild winds to quiet shores.. I have held you; even and especially, when you believed faith to be a farce and reason merely a tool that men designed for ends without beginnings.
To pave a way to me, life boarded up your heart and slowly turned up the heat. Smoldering white ash, now...you are ready to receive me..
To trust, because all other roads are barred to you.
Your will is now at last,
Dance, on the cliff edge; the mountain crag,
Dance, on the crest of an ocean wave; a cumulus cloud,
Dance, on a puff of smoke billowing from your own chimney.