It’s in everything, this dancing
of something that’s more than just life.
Look at the trees near the shore,
how they shimmy and wave
over the bright face of the Salish Sea.
Meanwhile the waters rush in,
mad for the moon, twirling around
the outstretched hand of the point
and kissing the forehead of the beach
before they rush back out again.
I have it on good authority
that the whole world spins and spins
as it falls toward the warm center
of its love then swings back out
to sing of it to the stars.
Stand still here among the trees
and the wind and the warm sun.
What dance stirs in the bones of you to join?
Let the music of the world find you.
This poem is from my new book that walks with you through seasons of heartbreak, rebirth, and homecoming.
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