some fun dance, huh?

[Guest guest]

Some things are just placed in our laps.

There are some Gifts from The Beloved One that just,

that just defy any explanation, any rhyme or reason

for being allowed to manifest so fully in our Hearts.

 

Somehow, in some wild and Divinely Laughing,

Mirth-filled Merry way, The Beautiful One,

That Most Splendid, That Radiant Being of Love,

just saw it fit to blow our Hearts to smithereens,

to make an urn of Sacred Singing Ash

of everything we held so dear, we thought was enough.

 

Beloved thought to lift up with Such a Quick Wrist-flick,

and throw skyward our tiny Birdhearts,

our beautiful singing rainbirds are thrown out,

are set sail into the Divine Whorling-Whirling,

Ultra-Super Spinning Center of All hearts,

all Hearts that Beat a Tune of Joy as That Sound,

That Unbelievably, Incredibly Marvelous Utterance,

That nearly too Exquistely Hummed and Strummed Lilt,

the Laughing Loving Laughter of the One, the Beautiful One!

 

What kind of surrender could ever give this flight?

None! Nothing and no way and no things can give it!

 

By becoming just a tiny twig of Glad,

of Utter Happy-Gladness Dancing like Baryishnikov,

always giving nothing less than EVERYTHING to Love,

and to that absolutely perfect thing called The Dance!

 

Dancing naked, dancing with nothing across the Eyes,

nothing across the Heart and nothing to cover any shame,

the little human frailties of less than Love's Perfection,

are all just trounced away beneath the Joyful Leaping,

that incredibly Sky-high leaping into Beloved's Own Heart,

into Freedom-falling into God's Own Bliss-Pool of Yes,

of all the Fullness and Grace of saying "Yes!

 

Yes, Yes and Yes again to the Darling Beloved One, YES!"

What a world of singers and dancers we all are here today.

Oh Beloveds! The sheer Completeness of BEing,

to clasp and be Clasped by Love's Heart, by God's Hands!

 

Too much for anyone to ever last for long in That Glance.

Someone gots to Go, to Get Home and get the FireMaker cooled.

 

So this Suchness of someone setting scripture on Fire,

torching into flame all the things we like to Kiss too much,

and kissing texts and doctrines over Beloved's Sweet Mouth,

well, Ha! So Yah-NOT. So then, tra-la-la-la-la, la-dee-da, HA!

 

Gots to get Going Home Now. Got a Rendevous with some Abundance,

some wild and crazy, some full-with the Abundance of Nothing,

Someone or other, or is it just God Who's calling this Dance,

Calling the steps like some Karioke-King, or some Square Dance Guy?

 

Either way you see it, or look at it, or examine it, or view it,

we simply, we simply must, we cannot help ourselves at all,

and we just have to keep Dancing into Oblivion, trailing flames,

trailing planets of wild colors and singing senselessly,

endlessly, about how much we want to give this Love to everyone!

 

We just need to to find a way to keep that Moon from beguiling Us!

She has a secret pact with the Beloved One to make us crazy.

 

I think we qualify for That by Now, by Now, by Wonderful Now!

Goodness, it's all so fun and so much Fun,

and so, well Yes, let's have Fun! Let's be FUN!

 

Love,

Mazie

 

we have no choice it seems when we Hear That Flute tearing us open!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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