Swirling circles and flowing lines.

Silent slides or hammered heels.

Riding rhythm on melodic hills.

 

Just as clouds both dissolve and re-form…

Just as flowers dailly open that closed…

Just as all things that rise then must fall…

Just as each thing that lives then moves on…

Just as each thing that dies is reborn…

 

Thus, the dancer dances.

 

Written whilst listening to Rene Aubry’s song “Zig Zag” –

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