Awaken.
That thrumming heart all smothered in its metaphor –
Throw off its leaden blankets.
You are the hot life it cycles,
Its electric muse;
You, each ecstatic contraction
And each recovered calm.
You are that heart,
And every heart,
And your beating shakes the earth.
Rise up.
Rise up and dance
The whirling dance of everything,
Of coming and going,
Control and abandon,
Healing and torment,
Tranquility and desire,
Moon and sun,
Captor and captive,
Beginning and end.
You are midnight,
Morning and night in one.
The balance is in the revolution,
The joyous, reeling dance.
Keep dancing.
*inspired by Rumi, I Have Five Things to Say
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