The Dance of Being

The Dance Between

You travel to learn—
not just across lands,
but through moments,
through words,
through presence.

Conversations open portals.
Not to romance,
but to something deeper—
a knowing beyond the ego’s whisper,
beyond assumptions that blur the soul's view.

Perhaps it is not love hijacked,
but the mind interpreting freely,
casting shadows and light.
To be authentic
is to dissolve the mind’s walls,
to stand raw in the current of life—
no judgment,
just the sacred pulse
of now.

I write to empower,
to remember—
my first tarot card: Temperance.
A virtue.
A whisper of balance.
The middle path,
where mindfulness drinks from both hands.

To embrace oneself
is to know the masks—
persona,
the ancient Greek stage.
Yet behind each mask,
depth waits,
still and shimmering.

Personality becomes map and myth,
measured by trait,
colored by Enneagram.
We are versatile beings,
moving through quantum winds,
not fixed,
but infinite in shape.

So do not lose faith
in your own becoming.
This is the will of the soul—
to choose a wild heart,
a free artist,
to rise from rejection,
from fragments,
from noise.

We are the dance
of hemispheres,
order and chaos—
twin faces of the same truth.
And in their gaze,
beauty is born.
Not in the extremes,
but in the hush between.

What soars must fall—
and yes,
falling is the hardest part.
But still,
life does not pause.
It breathes.

Whatever you call life—
just live with it.
Fully.
Gently.
Now.