And I am aware that in the dance of life we are all still beginners. And I realize that this is not about dancing. And I am aware that the seasons of life will come and go whether I choose to dance or not. Let it be a dance we do. Again, again we come and go, changed, changing.
Hands join, unjoin in love and fear, grief and joy.
The circles turn, each giving into each, into all. Only music keeps us here, each by all the others held. And then we turn aside, alone, out of the sunlight gone into the darker circles of return.