What am I here for…
This dance
born of stillness
this movement of my heart,
fingers, toes,
the tiniest muscle twitch of my mouth,
my chest rising and falling
finding its own rhythm
in breath…
What am I here for…
To dance
this place of not knowing,
of chaos and tears,
grief and anger,
of joy, laughter, sound
and soothing rhythms,
a fine line
circling, weaving
between life and death,
of being and not being
of finding aloneness,
meaning and connection with myself…
What am I here for…
Touching another,
merging,
loosing,
finding,
again and again,
missing, catching,
letting go,
receiving… this dance…
What am I here for…
This question with no answer
and all answers
in the asking,
in the dancing,
in listening to
the breathing in and out of being
moved by the great mover,
the secret joy
of mystery unfolding…
Lea
Goode-Harris
May 7, 2006