I dance the bear four legged,
an island unto myself,
and tending to my own needs with no thought for others.
I dance the bear asleep,
the giant peaceful in its slumber,
yet unknown quantity when awake.
The enigma of what our fears can make of us.

I dance the stars at night,
cold, silent resolution,
claiming victory out of pain.

I dance the eagle soaring,
clean wind rushing through its feathers,
cleansing sunshine glinting off the wing.
The safety of freedom from restraint.
I dance the eagle screeching,
lonely anguish twined with mocking laughter at earthbound creatures

I dance the moonlight dancing,
off softly lapping waves covering miles of sandy beaches,
timeless rhythms echoed in my heart,
almost buried in the pounding of me dancing the ocean waves
crashing on a shattered rocky cliffside as
I dance the sea in motion.

I dance the sun at noontime,
slow searing the earth in reckless abandon.
Pitiless as those who oppressed me.
Not out of desire, but just out of habit.
I dance the sun in winter, cold, dim, and out of focus.
No warmth, no love, no hope.
I dance the sun at dawning,
new life, new light, new warmth,
with certain knowledge that I am not alone.

I dance the birdsong sweetly chiming,
children laughing as they play,
streams burbling through the countryside,
and every sightsoundemotion of life,
for I am life and its living.
Not death and the dying planted in my heart
by those who have forgotten who they really are.