The Undying Pirouetting Soul of Mine

While I stand still, the me in me goes around
Within and without.
I fix my gaze and go for the spin,
grasping subconsciously each bit of the spectacle.

Each bit of the beautifully ugly,
and the hidden thats glaringly displayed,
The more I miss the more I seize,
There are blues in the air, blacks in the smell
The more I think I get, the more I’m sure there’s left.
Squares seem perfectly rounded and solid seems fluid

The outward eyes are fixated, glued to the spot
The only air in the room is my breath going in and out
and yet the insides feel the gust with rains and sand and sun and frost
There are spins that are full of glee
and there are those that want to erode me as dust into the earth

The light rises from my gut to my heart and becomes a lump in my throat
as I imagine what it was like when it was all still.
And I go around and up my own spine through veins and through life,
through the warm blood and through the stiff bones
Fluctuating the dark surreal and the pale light realisation of being alive.

As the breaths become shorter, and the feet give up just standing
The life inside picks up pace, takes me into a trance
I don’t even feel it when the body moves
or when the music begins, or when the heart races.

Around and around I go circling over a heel and then over a toe
More air, more sweat, more sound, more joy, more pain
I become one with me. I become one with The One!