Be a poet of the air /
be a poet
of the air
the divine voice
of the source
speaking of itself
to itself
be the source
speaking
not the author
of any word
let poetry
dance out of you
until there is nothing
left of you
then who will dance
and sing?
the poetry will continue
like the breeze
it cannot stop
singing the leaves
you be nothing
not even the stillness
be nothing
you are free
this is not your dance
can you not see
that you are
the dance
the dancer
and the dancing?
where will you look now
to find god?
where will you seek
and how?
when you are the song
of the wind
and the dance
of the leaves
when you are the source
of the purest water
from which
others drink?
what can you do
but allow the dance
to continue
without you
knowing all along
that you are the dance
the dancer dancing
and the danced
out of stillness
you spin and turn
taking the breath away
from those who seek outside
turning their attention
inwards
until they begin to dance
joining you
the dance grows
in speed and beauty
and more
are drawn in
there is no end to this
nor was there any beginning
this is the beginningless dance
without end