Your Best Shot* Draw me a dance. The waves laugh. What starts in the hands Was really born in the brain Or it makes no sense. Welcome to poetry Where logic needs to be introduced. The spiral consists of circles. In another time, we expect a radiant outcome. Become the center. If you choose the periphery, The sun may have to move closer. Prayer wheels turn But stand in one place Simultaneously. Let go of that sand mandala Once it is finished. Either your mantra tells you Or I will, whichever Your prefer to need to hear. Does vocal music begin With our first scream? Sometimes it ends With a later one. Jesus no longer moves on his cross. Had he been taught to dance, Would he have had another option? Get in touch with words. The right ones can Return you to your music. The earth moves But your dance is more varied. Even earthquakes may have The same rhythm. When they throw up their arms, Someones fly But not very far. Their song requires words No one understands. At their crumbling temple, We make new circles Around and about our desires. Onstage as well as off, Health brightens your eyes And lightens the spirit behind them. A lover who understands you Would be a nice bicycle to the next life, Wherever he or she is. My work is my specialty Everyone is involved in. Come back full of love. It works better than vegetarianism Except to some flowers and trees. Ring a bell for dead lovers. Ask the mind if they appear. The past remains friendly If you live there. Never put on a sorry face. Your dance is unique Even when you're only walking. Everyone has burdens to balance. The eagle is land But will reascend soon. The heart of health salutes you. It dances, too. Your end could be a new beginning But no one knows. Tom Savage 5/2/07 *Written while watching Vija by Inara Kalmane, with Vija Vetri
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