The timeless cosmic dance
Getting up, how can I possibly know what will happen at lunchtime?
How should I even know what will happen next?
Just because I think I have experienced similar situations numerous times?
Because I believe all work days are the same?
No fish knows where the big swarm moves next.
What I truly am follows this natural movement joyfully.
The thought of it is frightening though.
But what do thoughts about Being matter?
In every second Being invites you to dance the timeless cosmic dance.
Go on!
