Dancing around the Moon
Lina Ru
Dancing around the Moon
They told me to dance around the moon. Impossible! Did I do it? Could I do it? What does impossible mean as I gaze through the window of a spaceshuttle?
“I will never leave your arms,” I thought. I wanted to be around you, but you were the sun. Impossible as it seemed your heart was made of fire, and I was made of rain.
World of a thousand faces, walking, running, exchanging glances. He was me as I kissed him, as I told him there were no limits, but our self imposed paper boundaries. He was water entering, exposing, enjoying, my sugar fountain of love. I was him as he understood the cloth, the ink, the magical rain that covered me with the invisible quilt of eternity. There are so many faces, so many places, crossing, calling, transforming glances. There are no limits, ...he told me, as we love, as we stop imposing, so let them, stop crying, and let them... Observe! They need freedom to see there are so many faces as so many places, so many glances as so many dances, so many of us as so many of you, free within, free without, but always present to the moment we reach a new earth that writes without the boundaries of time.
People have so many faces, so many places I wanted them to understand freedom was inside them, and not imposing me to believe who I am, but being through who I am. I wanted to prove it. So, I danced around the moon, impossible made possible, but I understood… Freedom is letting you and me go.
