To Tapestry Dance Company. 033117. Tim Hurst
Once there were six.
They came together to Listen with us to the roaring that we share.
We came together with the six to make maybe thirty eight.
We came to Listen to the echo between us
because the six had begun a fresh trail into the roar.
I want to feel that roar in my bones so I can ask
for even a small taste of the courage these six have nurtured
and sparkled within themselves.
Of the six there is one, a Samurai of the swift and quiet sword, who leads me to choose the newest freshest version of myself and to stand ready to be that.
There is one, a Shaman of wind and laughter, who ventures into any storm, claims the pearl and shares its treasures promising that the value always lies there within.
There is another one, Samurai and Bull Fighter, whose presence commands that I light a torch and sing with her through every adventure she takes.
And yet another of the six, the slightest, a tight rope walker, running the bridge edge with a speed of propulsion and pause that grasps my breath and makes me remember the continuous song of the squirrel running up the bending twig of a tree.
Ah, the youngest of the six, Tender of the Power, tests each Power given him and gives it back as a reminder that real is real and life is life waiting for us all to live.
My oh my, then strides in the six of six, Mentor and Commander, guiding our entire ship into the roughest unknowns reminding us that our rhythm, our song lies not just inside us but between us. You break open my heart and make me cry for joy the whole night through.