Sweat
pours down my forehead
and drips, coolly, first
to the pockets around my nose
and then onto the desk
in front of me.
It’s a “good sweat“:
the kind where I know
that I’ve accomplished
what I set out to do;
where (even if the
next step is not clear)
my body/spirit
is stirred with the
life-giving flow of blood
and oxygen;
Where muscle and bone —
drenched in their own
juicy sensations of joy —
are at the ready;
each vessel, joint, and
cell is ready to join as one
 In the dance of joy.
In the dance of joy.
Nothing in particular to be
joyous about. Just the knowing
that I am alive and that these
sensations are signs that I’m
Not even close to dead yet,
however soon or unexpectedly
that moment might come.
That’s why this moment is
so blissful:
I am in love. And not
in the old way of being
in love with someone or
some thing.
It is only this moment,
this divinity,
this humanness,
this aliveness,
and yes,
this sweat.
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart
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