Soul Dancing.

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Soul Dancing

Soul of my soul

When you want me to be grass

I am a cat on a hot tin roof.

When you want me to be a mayfly

I fall down like a rock.

Keeping in step with you

I fall over my own feet.

Maybe if I could empty these shoes

We could do some really fancy dancing.

The sort of dances lovers do perhaps

when they forget about their own pleasure

to be the others pleasure.

Or maybe

just like a mayfly, waltz with the air -

that kind of wind flying.

Even a stone knows how to fall,

so my jumping cats

please take notes.

Or better still

rest so full of your You

that this You becomes

just a dance for Your pleasure.

One this I does

because it is nothing but

this I of You.

love

eric

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