something remains nakedly still
hmmm some-thing
then I attach to knowing
THAT thing
yet it evades logical grasping
always just beyond understanding
standing under
or above
or within
longing exclusively to immerse into the depths
where instead of dancing around IT
the dance
becomes
seamlessly indistinguishable
from the dancer
and the arena
of the most intimate dance imaginable
the one where
I
Am Aware of BEING
the movement, the stillness & the LOVE making between them