Monday, March 7, 2011

"The energy of grace..."

it
dances through
every cell
of my
being...

it is the unseen,
silent
something
that
causes the
pan flute
to sing,

the river to
sigh as it
leaps across the back
of a silent boulder.

the aspen leaves to
quiver with
delight,

a bank of clouds to
rush across
a deep cerulean
Colorado
sky
like a herd of
mustangs along a
distant ridge
on
the
ancient plains.

there is
nothing
mystical,
magical,
unknowable
about
Her
presence...

and yet
we
gasp when She
lifts the
child's
kite high
above the
sandy beach to
touch the
wingtip of a
gull.

but
we are not
observers

we are not an
audience
sitting in the dark
on the
edge of
velvet seats
waiting for the
curtain to
rise and the dance
to begin...

no, we are
not
observers...

we the dancers

we are waiting for
the
energy of
grace
to lift an
arm,
to catch us in
a grande jette,
to draw the
violinist's bow
across,
and
down
the waiting strings
eliciting
a pizzicato
shiver that
hovers
like a butterfly in
the air.

none of us
observers...

every molecule,
every cell,
every thought,
every tear,
every moment's breath

a dancer
being lifted into
place by
Spirit,
with the
unearned
energy
of
grace...


My friend Alex just posted this video....it is stunning...don't miss it!
Wind Dancing

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