Maybe, knowledge has to wait
At the mirror, like a lake,
Where reflections travel fast
With a flowing wish to last,
Where no need to write the wrongs,
Improvising on the go:
Lollies few and paddle right,
Let inertia to write
Fragment next with step and touch,
Turn, toss out with no judge
Into close embrace, and pulse
Comes from heart to feet at once.
You may read it as it feels,
Many stories told by rhythm:
Axis straight, rotation tight
In the middle of the night,
In the bright of anxious day,
In the morning hour late,
At the sunrise and sunset, -
Dance in stone never set.
Flow may rid you from regrets
Even with the basic steps,
While contact and footwork
Turn in pure form of love...
Linger not at lightful door,
As no words will matter more.

February 2025