Energy, Yours and Mine

There is no contract with the movements.
As energy knows no right, no wrong.
Energy just moves.

Whether it is through the dancer who hears the music with and without sound and transforms the subtle vibrations into oscillations that ebb and flow to the form of the body and the space in which it is contained.

Or whether it is through the child who traces the path of a balloon lost to the finger's grip with his eyes and smiles at it free-floating-ness, then in realizing it is never coming back, crunches his face and fills with wet tears.

Or whether it is with the lovers who move together, then apart, then together again only to meet and melt in each other's arms.

Or whether it is with the lotus that struggles to penetrate the surface of the mud, rooting down as it reaches up for the sun, and finally finds stillness in its rays.