This dance of existence,/ Through which we flirt with Living and/ Tiptoe along the edges of Dying,/ Comes in the ability to balance/ the good, the trials,/ the tears and fears and giggles.

To catch those moments,/ Revel in each second of/ Awe or terror./ We bathe ourselves in its fragrance,/ Submit to its folly,/ Remove the mask of composure/ Just to feel.

Then release each in turn/ To its place in our story./ A memory or regret,/ the guilt or triumph/ No more to hold its power over us./ No longer allowing its fist to/ Clench over us holding us/ Frozen in a mold of the past/ Too small now to contain/ the growth of experience.

We dance on/ Renewed in our commitment to/ Heal and feel,/ Remember and honor, and/ Keep moving forward.