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Dancing
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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