Dance

A droplet on th lily leaf. Moving in whatever direction th leaf shifts. A leaf among many in a pond. Moving in whatever direction th water laps. Every movement an inevitable consequence of a cause, and it regresses over and over. To what end do our limbs move, our thoughts form and our emotions feel for, what cause can hold sway over them? The gentle winds, the passing gusts, the terrible hurricane or the expansion of the universe? Our sensitivity to the cause determines the amplitude of our displacement, our place and our placing. For one connected and sensitive to the greatest of causes, they movement embodies the great, the mighty and the minute. Within the expansion of the universe, lies worlds trembling in hurricane storms, even in storms there are pockets of rushing gusts, and even still, there is a place for the soft Breeze. Worry not that your movement is insufficient, look beyond and move to the greatest of Movers.