It’s in Everything

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—and swirl around
the outstretched hand of the point,
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
and then swings back out again
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.

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