After the Prostrations, 1/17/14

Everybody Dance Now

This is no “old song”–
The moon on the mountains does its thing
The senses do their thing
The mind does its thing
The breath does its thing
The cooks in the kitchen do their thing
The firetrucks outside going by do their thing
Here on the cushion wrapped in stillness
Everybody dance now.


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