You have to take off your shoes after something like that. To feel your own feet sitting on top of the ground -- even if one is broken -- just stand. Stand and listen for a little while.
There's no music. The music is in your silent feet. A possibility. Something waiting.
There, too, is the dance. The dance is not order. Or steps. The dance is chaos. Flight. The dance is masked, a gesture, a gaze. The dance is. The dance is in us. The dance is when I look at you and you look at me and we both know something. And everyone looking at us, everyone knows everything. We are. We are. We are the dance. The dance. WE ARE. We are the dance. The dance is in us.
However we may find ourselves. We are about to enter something holy.
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