Oh friends, just find Paradise and rose gardens within gardens of roses when you manage to go beyond the form.
When you have broken and destroyed your own way, you will have learned how to break everything.
Rumi.
is Saturday night and I'm at the party with some friends. Given my love of dance, just descanzo throughout the evening. Music permeates the atmosphere as a steady rain soaking my body. I'm dancing with this guy, then another and then that someone who does not know at all. And in the middle of the room spinning dervishes rotating, aware of the stillness of Being stillness moves me, guides me, me ever more deeply immersed in the dance. By drinking from the fountain of emptiness that is my source intoxicated me, but I'm completely addicted to drinking that nectar. To dive deep into their wild ocean I see it all suddenly emerge with renewed life. While swimming at the same time in the waters of life, I dive deeper into the dark unknown. The inner fire consumes me I burn without a trace, but I can not stop and throw more fuel and air into the fiery furnace so the orange flames burn more force and return to consume and which emerge phoenix, escaping from the gray ash, takes flight to daylight. What a pleasure and lightness to rid the body as if for the first time, so invisible and innocent as a child, dissolved into emptiness that so prodigious, it manifests as the dancing body as these friends dancing. Light as air, crystal clear, wide as the sky, the party inside me is still alive. To the extent that the pace continues, and near dawn, I can hear the inner silence, the music continues.
Now I'm dancing with a friend, welcoming the opening of his act and joy in his eyes flowing to the side around and upstream sparkling river or the flood of joy and responsibility, proximity and distance, she transforms this night. How wonderful to be free of my face and my body and leave my way-not as ineffable, wide enough for two bodies rooted in the mystery are emptied of their selves and weave new patterns. I breathe deeply and surrender to the dance of being indivisible. It's fun to dance with another person without knowing where our boundaries, inspired by the music, owned by the rhythm, feeling the conversation of our feet the ground, riding wild waves that arise, rise and break to emerge again. Here there is nothing to know or to be, nothing to protect, nothing to take or withhold, or limit any facade behind which to hide. Transparent and limitless, we can hold each other in this wonderful and full of beauty bright emptiness.
When we break the shell of our own appearance, the unlimited-that belongs to everyone, includes us all, accepts all and is our birthright, it shows itself. Rumi found rose gardens, but tonight I find friends who like to dance and I note that, between us, there is the slightest distance.
Richard Lang.
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