Choreography

[gardennebula]

Let go and slide:
We're born to roll with this tide,
pick out the rhythm and find strings,
fall in love at first sight;
Eat from the tree
and falter,
Spit at adversary and admit
cowardice,
Be courage to one
and have fun--
Radiate a scale of emotion.
we're nothing at all
if we aren't little melodies
that play over the hum of the universe--
and we're billions of secret entrances
to the same cave.
Take comfort in that,
and listen as it echos back when you sing...
That is all the divine
we ought ever unveil,
and it finds us,
everywhere,
all of the time