Synchronous Dancing

Synchronous Dancing

The air is filled with toxic memes

We cannot help but breathe

Do we lend a hand to strangers who define themselves by their enemies?

Is it just a phase, this craze, a dead end along the deathless endless maze?

Palaces within palaces and thrones within thrones

Kings and Kingdoms, the One and the Many

This is all of a rhythm this time touching

It seems a manifestation of longing for order in the chaos and randomness of emotion
And a longing for the many to be one

We seek surprise and signs
We stalk for meaning

Are you there? I am.

All this connecting and disconnecting and infinite chances of union

It’s like navigating a perpetual storm
And just now the lantern is hidden
And perhaps we are just being cautious till dawn when we will see the matrix-illusion
   spread out around us as contrast will find us and the long past will bind us

We appear to grow, to go, and to change, like the cup of the universe in which we dwell

We crawl along the web of our circumstances doing what we do
Occasionally we leap away or fend off momentums but overall we are bound to action

I long to watch and listen

Perhaps I should do just that just now
Join me if you like