Indelibly Seared

There is something profound in
select moments of the dance
that lingers, indelibly seared
into my psyche.

I cannot predict when those moments
will occur, and striving for them
seems to only make them more elusive.
Yielding opens the way.

My goal is not to create
the perfect dance, but rather
to let the perfect dance
create me.

Moment by ecstatic moment
the dance of life
creates all that is me.
Namaste.