Is to move. Dance.
As this body was meant to do.
Escape.
Float away with Earth’s rhythm.
Lost. Found.
And should I meet you in the center,
When she gives, and gives more
We shall meet inside Her pulse…
And know
This is where I began,
We began.
Where I learn.
Where you learn.
Where I met you
And you, and you, and you.
And you me.
Here, there, now… gone.
Sometimes to return,
Other times…
Where I grow
Where I hurt?
Where I thrive
Where you thrive!
Where I die
Where we will die
In peace, content, smiling,
Because I moved, I danced,
With you.
I experienced
You experienced
In the Book of Time
Are we strangers?
When together, same place
Same time, same beat?
Every single moment
Of this singular planet
In step, in rhythm.
Alive, so very alive.
So not alone
This is it. My body knows
I belong here, now.
We belong here, together
Moving together, dancing together
That is a life well lived.
THIS was a life well lived.
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Live Well — Love Much — Laugh Often — Learn Always
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