The Dance and The Song
by Wildove
Erase those unspoken words
Remove the pages of those unopened books
Stop looking at things you cannot see
Do just the reverse
Sing the chorus first
Adding yet another verse to
The Refrain
The Universe made for us to sing
Makes for a pretty long song
When every life on earth Is a diļ¬erent verse
But we’re not expected to sing all the other verses
Just the one we created ourselves
Terse with gusto perhaps
But not with bitterness and hate
Sweet but not sappy
Soft allegro in parts
Loud and rambunctious in others
Just singing it from hearts in unison
Keeps the crowds happy
That’s Art!
What about all these complex harmonies
We’re supposed to master
These strains on the corded instruments
Accompanying all The Master Musicians and Singers
Faster and faster
More than the Stage can uphold
The Orchestration in need of adjustments
When singers who’re still stuck on sentences
With the words still clinging to the page
Are willing to stand-up
And sing their hearts out anyway
Regardless if they can’t remember
Where they should start and end
Who said we’re
Supposed to finish pause or stop?
Or whether our small little part fits in harmoniously or not?
Who said we have to memorize even one single bit of The Song?
Who said we have to wait until our part comes along?
Just keep on Singing The Song Sacred Living creates
The Angels told me to say to you The Chorus is still in the background
Always singing with the same words
Always the same chords
Never running behind never late
The Master Choreographer of Fate tells me
The Chorus gets repeated for us every time
By The Angels in The Morning Light
Throughout the whole day and night long
The True Chorus Line-up implores
The Meaning of Life-words
Whether they rhyme or not You see
The Harmonies of The Dance we call Life are already in place
They’re built into every Race
Sung on every rung
Of every Ladder in
Every Space Climbing up to
Every Heaven
The Choreographer, The Librettist, The Dancer, All the members of The Orchestra
Simply have to put down the librettas and compositions written on
Trails of a dedicated life instead of on paper
If we want to get to the place where we can
Erase our addiction to the memorization process of doctrine and verse
Of The Heavenly Song of Our Own Creation-ness
Stepping up to The Divine Plate
Stepping up to The Microphone
And start singing!
Get back on stage and start dancing!
Sharing The Rulership of Earth together
In a kingdom where there’s no sibling rivalry among its children
Where no one sits alone! Guess what?
WE are their children
Why don’t we stop squabbling and just start singing the same song
Sitting tight in the same room the angels of the sky do.
Its called The Changing Room. (Some call it home; Our Dear Mother Earth)
Help is embedded in The Dancer, and all the people behind the scenes.
Its not his or her costume, the scene changes, the Stand-ins needed at times.
Even the props must change. It’s always The Master Choreographer who keeps the words, the song and the dancers in line….
Aho!
