THE GOD WHO DANCES
by Constantina Clark, Greens Fork, IN
It is silent in the desert, here in Abu Dhabi.
The dark of night calls to me seductively
as I hold myself in its Presence, passionately
beholding the reverence of the Earth's beauty.
Time has stopped, but the stars are in motion,
moving to an unheard rhythm, vibrating, pulsating,
beating in the bosom of undiscovered galaxies,
known only to those who have ears to hear, and eyes
that desire to see the dance of hidden mysteries,
the dance to be found in the ancient darkness of a
tantalizing desert night, the gatekeeper of secrets.
The planets twinkle knowingly, high above the sand dunes.
In the stillness, they hear a symphony, ethereal,
mystical, other-worldly, uniting the entire universe
with all that is above, and all that is below, drawing us
up into the heavens, where all as One become stardust,
entering into the effervescent dance of thousands and
thousands of prayers that rise up, illuminating the night sky.
Slowly ascending, dancingly descending, sparkling stardust
floats earthward, ever so gently embracing the hot waves
of desert heat that envelop Arabian nights, in all their glory.
In luminescent harmony, plumes of stardust unite
heaven with earth, dancing upon innumerable grains
of burning sand, birthing desert energy, swirling,
twirling in ecstasy, like a company of whirling dervishes,
till the stardust midwifes a whirlwind of passionate union
between the Holy and the Beloved, embracing us all
as One. . . with the God who dances.
