Dear S

I am wondering. But I shouldn't wonder. Not because I run wild or it is without reason. But because it leads me to wander into pasture-less land. So, I choose blank. I choose to be here - in mind and body and soul. I choose not to run - not wild, nor mild. So I stop myself and be here, right here! As my feet lifts and tries to move and go, I bring it back. In every motion swaying in, moving around but here. I let my body feel the pulse of my feet, I let my hand lend its arm. As they all move together, I Dance!