Last night I took myself dancing
I jumped and swayed and whooped with joy
Under a starry indigo sky
Eyes, ears, lips, teeth all enjoyed the rhythms
The freedom of the dance was intoxicating

I looked around and saw that the same Self
Had been at work in others
Fuelling us with happiness
And the desire to move without mental purpose

The ground was stony and uneven
And so our feet stumbled from time to time
Much as in daily life
But this did not seem to matter

We were captured by the rhythm
Connected by some primordial thread
That wound its way around that stony dance floor
At once binding us to the music and each other

And freeing us from our stories…