Cosmic Dance Poem by Ann Jensen
Cosmic Dance
Vision filled dancers whirling round, seeing nothing and experiencing all. Full tapestried skirts belling out a pervading odor of sweat.
The chant creating images in the minds of the dancers.
Of what?
Beauty and grace, intensity seldom felt.
The knowledge that each minute individual has a place in the universe.
The cosmic dancers of the Greatful Dead.
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