The Dance of Flux

                                           
                                            The Dance of Flux

The dancing colors whirled on the ceremonial mountain and the earth trembled at the pulsing drumbeat. They are solid as the mountain itself and their movements as well are solid and clear - drawn with a fine sharp line. The drumbeat is heavy and definite and the outline of the mountain stands firmly embedded in the landscape.

          And the flux is within and without us, and the ascent continues and the             
          descent likewise. The road up and the road down are one and the same road.

Yet, soon the angles are obscured and, as the dance continues, the nature of this world that permeates all things becomes apparent and the dancers flow effortlessly with it. They flow gently but surely along the simplest of paths, but with a timeless devotion to their course unrivaled by the most ancient of streams that carve canyons in the hardest granite. From this all things are born.

          All things move naturally from one to the other. All things are one thing, 
        and from one thing proceed all things.

The dancers ceremonial gowns billow in the wind and the silks fly with their whirling movements. They are lithe and seem to glide wherever their soul takes them, their feet barely touching the ground. They are observed, yet they cannot be seen. One could not touch them, for they would offer no resistance. The mind, the body, and the soul are free to soar with the birds.

        In this world one thing is always exchanged for another. The barter and
        the contract are the most sacred magical things, known by all gods, and
        reflected everywhere in the world.

And now the passion kindles that energy which the soul embodies. The dancers movements are wild, yet untraceable. The heat radiates from the ceremonial circle as the dancers seem to flicker; to appear and disappear again. A pureness of energy can be sensed now. Their minds now touch the principle that governs all others. This is that which is ever changing, yet always the same.

The wild dance continues and the dancers are floating gently, once again, along the mountaintop their motions now wavering rather then chaotic. They flow down now and, being in tune with all that is, they return to harmony. Finally they are again. Their form returns and the dance becomes definite once again.

The dancers feet return firmly to the ground.