1.22.2025

the dance passes beyond us

Forsaking all others, we 
are true to all. What we love 
here, we would not desecrate 
anywhere. Seed or song, work 
or sleep, no matter the need, 
what we let fall, we keep. 
 
The dance passes beyond us, 
our loves loving their loves, 
and returns, having passed through 
the breaths and sleeps of the world, 
the woven circuits of desire, 
which leaving here arrive here. 
Love moves in a bright sphere. 
 
Past the strait of kept faith 
the flesh rises, is joined 
to light. Risen from distraction 
and weariness, we come 
into the turning and changing 
circle of all lovers. On this height 
our labor changes into flight. 
 
[Wendell Berry {1934- } 'Passing the Strait', from New Collected Poems]

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