Dancer

You felt good for a change. Very good. You were talking to the people. You liked everyone. There was music playing. The music sounded good and felt incredible. You couldn't help but move, as you do, in your own peculiar way. As the spirit directs you, you say. 

You were swept up in it, not watching yourself, and that's the spiritual goal. You didn't notice if people were looking at you funny or otherwise. You didn't consider whether you were moving closer to cool or closer to ridiculous. Those sorts of thoughts were not occurring to you. At some point, the people on the dance floor thinned out and steadily disappeared leaving you sweating and moving on your own. At some point, you realize you are dancing alone. 

You feel yourself return to earth. You are dancing alone the way you always have danced. Dancing with others has always been a momentary affair. If you waited for a partner, you'd have never danced at all. 

Join me if you like, or don't. I've got my orders.