Who is it that asks? Who answers? It may be discovered that we hold, within us, the answers to all questions… we need only ask and remain quiet.
Having felt the call,
being invited to the ball,
I joyously accept
as off my feet I am swept.
But who, I ask,
is this dancer…?
and graciously
comes an answer.
I lean in closer to hear,
the answer made clear…
I smile as my lips tickle
my very own ear.
Yes, oh yes please – beat your own (ear) drum, my dear One.