Dance

Life is a dance, limbs flying this way, then that, the body following.

Life is a dance, you move one way, I mirror it, adding a twist of my own.

Life is a dance, I’m unsure if you are moving, or I am moving, or we both move, and you don’t know either.

Life is a dance, it dips and peaks, we fall and spin, we stop and start, and seem to stagnate but never really do.

Life is a dance, a façade of separateness tricks us, until we see the togetherness of movement.

Life is a dance, with resistance comes struggle, but sometimes struggle is necessary for flow, and flow is easiest and free.

Life is a dance, life is a dance, there is sameness in the difference, and everything is different when it seems the same.

Life. Dance.

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