Where is the sense in this?
You may well ask. And soon you'll get the answer:
Don't ask. There are no questions here.
Because, you see, the sense is like a dancer -
A shifting shape, to leave and re-appear.
It's in the room, the scent, the feeling,
the voice we hear, the silence we all share.
The sense is in the mysteries we're revealing,
and in the breath of which we are aware.
It's in the wind outside, the movement,
the flows, the stretches, even our sweat.
It's in the ease in which we find improvement,
the hands we hold, the glances we've just met.
Does this make sense? It does and doesn't.
Don't search, don't tear yourself apart.
No use to think about was and wasn't,
but just what is: the sense is in the heart.