The Dance [poem] [Greek translation]

Consciousness expresses

itself through creation.

This world we live in is

the dance of the creator.

Dancers come and go in

the twinkling of an eye

but the dance lives on.

On many, an occasion, when

I'm dancing, I've felt touched

by something sacred.

In those moments, I've felt

my spirit soar and become

one with everything that exists.

I become the stars and the moon.

I become the lover and the beloved.

I become the victor and the vanquished.

I become the master and the slave.

I become the singer and the song.

I become the knower and the known...

I keep on dancing and then,

it is the eternal dance of creation.

The creator and creation

merge into one wholeness of joy.

I keep on dancing, and dancing,

and dancing, until there is only... the dance.