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I’m dancing,

Do you see?

The stretches in the void I make

are steps as yet unwritten,

Where my partner is myself

reflected back at me,

Reflecting back at me,

Because there is no self

but the self reflecting back at me

I am nothing but the emptiness

in which my thoughts echo,

and where I find your image.

We take place inside each other

(and nowhere in ourselves).

Our life is the relationship

which is the filling of the nothingness we are.

Which is love - 

the recognition

of connection

of something split

to look upon itself,

and fathom its own beauty.

All there is 

is dancing then,

The movement of the body

to catch its own ideal form,

to know itself,

to be itself,

and waken into consciousness

which never was asleep

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