My Lover so graciously asked me to a dance that last a lifetime. I did not deserve this invitation as I had invariably rebuked my lover and denied the choreography of the Lover's dance. This beautiful Lover of mine said he would show me the way and light my path. The Lover offered a dance of liberation of which I could not deny. I skittishly and nervously took the hand of my Lover as he said not to worry, that no matter how many times I step on his toes or trip over this world he would continue to dance with me. I humbly accepted my Lover's invitation:


Now I dance with my lover to the melodies of nature throughout the landscapes of his creations. Graciously moving, guided by the hand of my Father in heaven, there is no such a beautiful feeling in anything of this world as that of being held by the holy one. We dance up into the mystical mountains and back down through the merciless rivers. My Lover and I dance through the endless deserts; I do not grow weary or tire as my Lover everlastingly quinched my thirst as the dance began. Over the seas, I am held above my lover as he dances, our silouhette projected across his moonlit water. Wrapped tightly in arms bigger than this world, I am humbled and yet I still feel strong. I am in love with Love itself.