THE DANCE OVER HOT COALS
From whence we came
We do not know
The meaning of our being here
Is forever a mystery
No matter the spin we put on it
Or the control we attempt to exert on it
Eventually we succumb to the human condition
To fall into the deepest acceptance
Is to fall in love with existence
Not for any reason
But purely because of its appearance now
This acceptance is a dance of presence
Not just a dance of delight
But a dance over hot coals
And terrifying heights
A dance through suffering
Through attachment and desire
It is a dance that allows things to be
And to flow through without resistance
Even as it may hurt and hurt again
The exquisite agony of life.