The Big Show
Dance for today, dancing for all eternity
The big show arrives once a year — like jolly Saint Nick and his little elves preparing to spread cheer. In a blink — like a flash of light dissipating into the shadows of sulking sun’s misspoken truth’s despairing awkwardly into oblivion and grief-stricken tune.
We remain onward to the next — grasping for straws and holding the lines of unspoken valor — Cupid’s arrows misfiring onto the collective. Sharpened claws — extorting realities on one reservation of the night.
The magic falls to the wayside — while the others lose hope — Little Cherub carrying Cupid’s name — aims with bullseye every mark. Target engaged — heartfelt melting tune in a single draw of his tiny bow.
While the big dance — big show moving out of town — settles for another day, Cupid’s arrows begin firing at will for the other three hundred and sixty-four. Holding sacred space — little Cherub warming by the fire — the elder’s smile in admiration, replenishing the cup — where all life begins.
Dance for this day brings forth a sacred song — buried deep for all to recover. Dance for all eternity — found on one day, lasting a lifetime if sight has given — a chance to open heart’s true home.
Late entry or deliberate pause of entering true? Sitting on these thoughts or life unexpectedly pulling me elsewhere to be free? Matters not for this day or the next, but what may come to pass free-fold arrows piercing song onto the next.
Thank you Marilyn Glover and The whole Third-Eye-Gypsy family for sharing this space.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.