Onward we truck, naively,
Down the path of shimmering light.
Seeing, feeling peculiar sparks,
Emotions stream through us,
Solemnly and merrily singing,
Hearts pounding, stomachs churning,
Hoping, hoping, hoping,
Tripping, breathing, dancing
Life's instantaneous dance!
Is the dreamer dreaming the dance or is the dance dreaming the dancer?
Are we a flake of super conciseness?
Or are we unique and alone?
Is the Lady doing the dance of our being or is our being the dancing Lady?
How she dances and radiates through
Our whirling consciousness,
Spinning, twirling in a spiritual frenzy.
To mystic music and multi-colored lights!
Feeling all the sensation, all the emotion,
Life's, infinite variety, flowing, flowing, flowing
To a perpetual fantastic rhythm!
As we act out our own stories.
Our individual will, Our wants, desires, inspirations-
Are they really ours?
Or are they a loan, really belonging to the Lady?