We’ve been dancing for some years now—
four, to be exact,
and longer, too,
if you count all the practice rounds
I still haven’t learned your steps, though,
which are always changing.
I still haven’t learned to ride
with your rhythms, or sink
into your smooth samba,
your passionate tango,
or your crazy rumba.
You change the rules too often.
You change the music.
And I know that whatever you’re doing
is what I need.
And I know that I just need to let
When that Sacred dance comes on,
with its drums, its Indian voices singing
Hara Shiva Shankara, I know
that you are dispelling fear,
You only want me to stand
on my own two feet, and have the courage
to look you square in the eye,
and not only tell,
but show you
what you know I’m made of.
And if you really want to see
how strong I am,
I won’t show you
by going my own way,
or dancing to my own music,
or attempting to control or distort
to what you want from me.
My strength lies in my ability
and more than that, my choice
to be soft and open.
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Apprentice Editor: Guenevere Neufeld / Editor: Emily Bartran
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