There is a rhythm beneath your ribs,
A pulse older than your name.
It calls you into movement,
Into breath,
Into the quiet courage of becoming.

Step once, and the world shifts.
Step twice, and the veil thins.
Step thrice, and you remember:
You were born for this dance.

The canvas waits for your colors.
The moment waits for your presence.
The universe waits for your yes.

Fall into the rhythm.
Fall into the mystery.
Fall into the truth that has always known you.

This is the dance that remembers you.
This is the dance that welcomes you home.

Today, we enter the Cosmic Dance.
Not as hesitant wanderers —
But as participants in the great
choreography of existence.

~Ani Po

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.

Joseph Lieungh