There is a dancer

There is a dancer
whirling in ecstasy
in the divine ballroom of the heart.
When I enter
she spins in her gown of grace
and teaches me the dance of letting go!

She’s been dancing
long before you or I were born.
As she turns night becomes day
day becomes night.
She hasn’t missed a step
since that first dance
in the temple at the beginning of time!
Listen, you can hear her feet
beating in your own heart.