Soul asks Mind to leave the room
Because Soul can’t see itself while being watched –
And Mind does nothing else.
Mind is terrific at counting
But Soul doesn’t care about that – refusing to accept totals –
Instead, Soul closes its eyes and waits.
Soul is fond of surprises
Because its secret desire is to wake up
It’s super-important not to get Soul and Mind mixed up –
Though purity is essential to each –
Looked at from one direction – diamonds –
From another – raindrops.
I really don’t know much
But certainly want to go a lot deeper –
Life turning into death, and then, turning back into life again –
That long-forgotten dance.
So, I bow to God, saying:
“Let the dance commence!”
Joy frequently arrives through twirling.
Twirling. I have a small water color I bought somewhere in Turkey of five whirling god-dancers. Always brings me joy, always invites me into the dance…like your poem.
Peter, I liked this one. Thanks.