Ordinary Strangers

Life is but a game my friend and we are but actors you see
But of the director, the actors, the audience and all, none are really me.

It was the wonderful Omar Khayyam, the King of the Wise who once said:

It is the Master whose secret presence through creations veins
Running quick-silver like eludes your pains
Taking on all shapes from moon to cow
And the shapes change and perish all, but He remains.

A moment guessed, then back behind the fold (The stage curtain)
Immersed of darkness, round the drama rolled
Which, for the past-time of eternity
He doth himself, contrive, enact and behold.

He is the director, the actors, and the audience, so come my little flower and let us dance to the tune of the heavens as the Master rejoices.

I enter today in a dance of dismay
your words show me deeper
the heart in today...
As one with it all we dance on our toes
our feet never touching
the ground of those..
those who just see
who cant feel it all
the dance, the dancer and the dancers fall...

With our heads in the heavens, our feet on the ground
Let us dance as the dervish, and while twirling around
To the sounds of the Cosmos, Andronomeda collides
With the Milky Way Galaxy,......these two.....you and I.

woo hoo we are now
in the heavens as one
dancing together
to the universal drum
the galaxies the cosmos
so far away
but in this dance of the moment
we are one in its prey..
It calls us dance, to twirl and ignite
the dance of creation
the one we are tonight
The skies light up
the heavens now moan
finally the dancers
are creating their home...

[Squatchit]

Bravo!

*claps*

*throws bouquet of roses at sw*

The heart of the cosmos beats in me
As I whirl and I swirl in ecstasy
Dancing and chanting till all disappears
I’m alone, I am one, I’m the cosmic sphere.

Originally Posted by Squatchit

Bravo!

*claps*

*throws bouquet of roses at sw*

*bows* to the lady in red....

Originally Posted by S-word

The heart of the cosmos beats in me
As I whirl and I swirl in ecstasy
Dancing and chanting till all disappears
I’m alone, I am one, I’m the cosmic sphere.

As you stand all alone in that cosmic sphere
I whisper sweet nothings into your ears..
silent I am in my whispers so sweet
the sphere you and I
is where we will meet...

We'll meet in the meadow, we'll meet on the hill
We'll meet by the river down there by the mill
We'll meet in the evenings and during the day
But remember that Squatchit hears all that we say.

Let our fingers fly freely
let all ears land on our way
let the magic of our nature
be free to this day..
as we wander the meadows
and swim upstream
we can wiggle our toes
and play in our dreams..