Tango of Soul

I'll sit here and listen for your whisper.

A shift in vibration swirling like sand on the breeze...somewhere hidden-

Resting in the deep.

We've been glancing by each other too long, and I've noticed that you have stopped your motion, and that you chose to be still, focused on my dance, until I was ready to stand still and meet you, eye to eye.

And here, we stand now.

An eternal pause in the sound of a rest within the ultimate Symphony.

Bows quivering for the next rush against the strings to unfold another journey.

Our breath mingling in the current between us, enveloped in coiled energy waiting to be released...and it is here we meet.

I won't lie. I've been curious to hear what you've had to say to me for quite some time, which is why I danced all the harder, I suppose. My curiosity and unanswered questions posed as fuel for an artist's fire of passionate expression, seemingly forged through expectations that really held no weight in the ways of the world.

So I would dance harder.

Swaying, rocking, drifting through these experiences and emotions, letting them run as a thousand rivers of electricity pulsing just under my skin, hoping I'd catch the attention I desired for a deeply felt question.

Why can't I remember?

And I was so furiously enraptured in my cause for motion, I had initially failed to notice that you had slowed until you stood still, steady, and watching my confession.

And here we meet.

I wanted to know why I couldn't just walk right in and introduce myself...why I couldn't remember how.

I wanted to know why I couldn't just breathe laughter into this heart. I wanted to know why that even in beautiful moments dripping with magic and life, there was still a piece sitting away from the beauty, tucked in a corner with the mangled up bones of a story that just didn't fit anymore.

I wanted to know why I felt there was an obstacle to connect through to appreciate, wholly, the wonder of each Now that is met.

Why couldn't I remember?

And that...that was my fury, and the pain laced passion behind my expression. Because those questions were met with silence, or a glancing resonance that almost connected, but were shifted slightly off course.

And here we meet.

And you appear ready to speak.

And I am finally ready to listen.

Perhaps, because I betrayed you first...and instead of apologizing outright, I spent years explaining the reasons and logic behind my actions, all the while continuously perpetuating the cycle of betrayal through my choices and actions, and inherently began projecting my own betrayal as an expectation. That was met with silence.

Perhaps because I came to feel unworthy, because of the original betrayals committed against the best interests of Self. Perhaps because I felt I would let you, me, us, down again.

So you let me dance.

And here, what is the next step between us when all is possible?

I choose to cease my tempest motion to look deep into your eyes, reflecting back the truth of things...

And I will listen for your whisper.

My dance was rife with struggle, with yearning...taken far too seriously.

I held onto things I believed defined my story. I believed they gave me worth. I believed overcoming them proved the right to this connection.

And you waited for me to slow down, enough to recognize that I don't have to prove myself. That the only thing I had to remember is that we are woven together, regardless of these movements, and all I truly need to do, is dance, without the worry, or the need to prove anything beyond the fact that it is time to dance.

That rules don't really apply. And when we meet here in the pause between-

All is possible.

That to overcome, is to know Oneself.

That the dance is that of resonance, the purest form of Alchemy gifted to those who feel the rhythm within. The rhythm of true freedom.

Unbridled creation with no pretenses, no confinements.

No denial of what is in this moment. Just an insatiable curiosity of what will come next in this conversation. The illusions are embedded in an exponential number of fractals-a rotating 3D jigsaw puzzle of half truths, misinformation, and small windows for a shot in the dark of breaking free from the shackles of a programmed mind.

I choose you. I choose myself. I choose this sultry tango of unraveling the truth between the whispers, and the passion of the dance to follow.

I choose to free you within my heart, and to listen to intuition and resonance.

So...as this rest comes to an end, and the symphony begins again, I reach out my hand to you, and humbly ask...

May I have this dance?