"It's not a spectator sport!"

 

If I were still confused
I might write a poem
About the smell of crushed
Grass on earth from a
Million feet dancing.

If I were still confused
I might think there was
A secret place in you
I cannot see.

If I were still confused
I might not hear the
Stars and planets spinning
In billion-point harmony,

Or feel this global web
Of consciousness as it
Sprouts into an new
Being that knows
What to do

If I were still confused
I might not take
My own very next
Step.

(written at Wilderness Dance Camp '08)