To dance
By Shloime Richler
When you can dance with the wind.
When you can hymn with the birds.
When you don’t need reasons.
When you don’t need explanations
When you don’t need means.
You don’t ask why you don’t ask for what.
Your chest open. Your mind clear.
You don’t want. You don’t need.
All you want is to dance.
Dance to a life that is breathing.
Dance to a world that let you be part.
You want to hold hands with all humanity.
You want to circle round and round.
Circle and turn in the middle with your hands in the air.
You will dance you will sing.
You will sing “this is a life” “this is a world”.
You will shout “This is wonderful. Life is just fabulous.”
“Let’s just dance. Let’s just sing. Let’s do this for all eternity.”
But they will ask “Why should you? Why are you dancing?”
“For what point? or “For what end?”
But why and how do you care of the end of the world?
Why care of the future? Why care of the past?
Why worry what career you will grab? Why worry to whom you will marry?
The need to for some box. The urge for content.
How can it bother you while you’re dancing to the wind and humming with the birds?
How can it bother you when your hands are in the air and your feet are jumping off the ground?
When you’re circling round and round dancing as an innocent child.
Dancing to a life that just is.
Dancing to a being that lets you just be.
Dancing maybe just because you could.
