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| Dancing apsaras carved in a wall of the Bayon temple, Angkor Wat complex, Cambodia |
I know, I sometimes forget to dance;
to shuffle my feet, my memories;
to workout and prevent that disease
of sitting too much and forgetting
to dance.
"I have to thank you: you taught me
not to be embarrassed of dancing."
Thank you for having told me that
as my soul danced when it heard it.
A propos, "That's music to my ears."
"You didn't notice it? She was eating
you up with her eyes." No, I didn't.
I was dancing as one should dance,
with abandonment, just as we do
unwittingly when we walk enough.
Dancing is walking without leaving.
