I dance in a center that is everywhere present.
In Soul Stories, Gary Zukav tells the story of Little Hawk, who used to sit and watch all the other big hawks as they rode the wind. “How do they do that?” he wondered.
As he examined one of the big hawks moved its tail feathers ever so slightly in a shifted position, Little Hawk exclaimed, “The big hawk is dancing with the wind!”
The big hawk rode the wind. Other big hawks joined him, and they danced with the wind together. Zukav said Little Hawk was learning something about his own life from the big hawks – how to dance with the wind. Hawks, you see, are masters at flying. They can glide. They can climb and dive. They can land in trees. They are masters of their wing feathers and tail feathers, but they are not masters of the wind. The wind goes where it wants.
The journey of a hawk depends on both the hawk and the wind. Sometimes the wind takes the hawk where it wants to go, and sometimes it doesn’t. But when it doesn’t, the hawk doesn’t mind. Either way, the hawks are masters at flying. Zukav says: “Elegant spirits do this, too. Their wing feathers and tail feathers are what they think, say and do.”
They always think, say and do things to create harmony, cooperation, sharing, and reverence for life. I believe that the dance is what you do with it.
I remember before my minister Eric Butterworth died, who was one of the great mystics of our time and has published over a dozen books, he was sitting in a wheelchair, almost in his 90’s, and he could barely speak; so we hung on to his very words.
And the last thing that I ever heard him manage to say was “I have no theology, I dance.”
I have no theology, I dance: a dance that reminds me of the genius of Bill T. Jones in voice, rhythm, words, movement, soaring as the pure potential of all that we are.
I took what Eric was saying to mean — I move with Spirit.
Today is a new day that calls me forth from the center of all that I am, we are, all that Love is – and I flow, I live, I laugh, I sing, I move, I dance with that center – completely without circumference
or end, a center that is everywhere present.
And I begin again.