I journeyed last night.
The shaman’s drum kept pounding and with
Each concussion wave
The candle flame died and was reborn.
Now full
Now slight
Gone but for a wisp
A remnant and now,
At once, a flame again
Bright bright
Ephemera
Bright bright
Ephemera
Bright bright
I was the flame
What a joy to burn and shine
I wisped into near non-existence
What a joy to disperse
As I evanesced
Coalesed,
Out and in to being.
It felt like dancing.
Adam Byrn Tritt 
Jennie
March 26, 2008 at 3:33 PM
I know you know that Aikido is often described as being “a lot like dancing.” Your journey reminds me very much of something that Morihei Ueshiba, the founder of Aikido, said:”Eight forces sustain creation:movement and stillness,solidification and dispersal,extension and contraction,unification and division.”It sounds to me like you were dancing the dance of creation itself.