The Dance Of Life Is A Circle

if the dance of life is really
a circle where
we imagine a fusion of
the beginning and the end

then what are we waiting for?
do you have hands?
let us hold each other and join this dance.

forever comes inside our hearts,

you have no end
and i have no beginning

life's dance of ugliness and beauty holding hands together
of sorrow and joy, of pain and relief,
of evil and good, of black and white, of earth and sky,
of yin and yang, of male and female and those caught in between
the grip of the hands of life
to the stone, to the tree, to the sky, to an infinite space

now if you speak about a beginning and an end,
you are out of the circle. Or if you are wise enough,
You think you are inside the circle.
and the rest of the world, revolves around you.

you are in and they are out, it is still part of the circle.
sky and earth. down and up. your eyes take a look
at the stars, and the stars take a look at you.

you breathed the night air. You close your eyes.
You see what is infinite. You grasp eternity to the farthest
star that you put on top of your pointing finger.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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