All the World’s a Ballet and all the Men and Women Merely Dancers

It has been nearly a year since I came to this strange city.

One year of many steps and missteps.

Somewhere in all of my aimless stumblings I fell. There I lie, unable to do anything but nurse my wound, damn my clumsiness and blame it on the difficult choreography. I’d turned my head towards the pit, to the orchestra.

The orchestra, off time and off key.

As I lie on the unforgiving wooden stage, I felt the spotlight dimming but, the score was starting its crescendo. It was strange in its unfamiliarity yet I was pulled up and into the enticing music. As I rose the spotlight followed suit, shining my way across that once not so forgiving stage. I was dancing to the music, my first steps in tune with the rhythm.

No longer forcing it but listening to it and hearing it more clearly than ever.

Once you realize that you’ve done all of this before, life becomes quite simple.

“What of society?” You might ask. “Aren’t they to blame for the corrupting of the people? Their money lust and insatiable corporate greed will continue at the detriment of the people!”

I would nod and say slowly, “Perhaps, but every society and people have had their time of prosperity.” I would tilt my head and look towards your soul and ask from you, “Have they not?”

“What about the Middle East?” you may ask, “They seem to have always been in unrest.”

I’d smile and shake my head, “You assume they did not have their time of great wealth and prosperity. For if you change your perception you change your illusion.”

You would blink and remain silent, looking to me for the next verse, an explanation to my seemingly pontifical statement. Instead, I move forward.

I’d remind you of the Cradle of Civilization, the first recorded civilization in history, Mesopotamia.

You would bring up your knowledge of Sumerians and depending on how far you swayed you might even bring up the Anunnaki

I would not disagree and continue to smile, my curious student. I would nearly nod my head and say, ‘Earlier civilizations, earlier Earths and possibly earlier universes can be not only pondered but known.”

We are not the first and we will not be the last. Just one note in an eternal rhapsody.

What is to be pondered is how long we shall dance this eternal promenade of familiar souls conversing, again and again, over the lifetimes, never loosing step with the rhythm of the perfect and divine universe. Simple and effortlessly.